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“Just get to my office, now,” I growled, hanging up the phone and trying to bring my breathing back to a normal rhythm.

Oh, she was trouble, that one. I was going to have to take a page out of Anthony’s book and find me a woman for the night if I had any chances at all of getting her out of my head.

Chapter 39

Tiffany

Theclickofthedial tone came just before I was about to say “Yes, sir, I’m coming.”

The man really needed to learn a bit more manners. The stubborn part of me almost wanted to remain seated just to make him mad that I wouldn’t jump at his beck and call. And ooh, I’d learned to appreciate making him angry because that sex was something I never expected sex to be. Oh, trust me, I wasn’t complaining when it came to either of my lovers but that angry sex? It had me licking my lips for more.

The other part of me, the part of me that was already aroused by the sound of his voice, was already jumping out of my seat in excitement. I didn’t expect him to be ready to go again so soon, but I wasn’t going to be the one to stop him. I hopped in the elevator, fighting the smile that crept on my face at the thought of all these secrets and how fun sneaking around was.

After our sex, my hair was a complete terror, but I tried to sort it out as much as I could in the file room before rushing to the ladies room for a shower and trying to use the hand dryer for some sort of blow-out. I was lucky that I’d chosen a loose braid down my back to begin with, so it wasn’t hard to replicate that with a mirror. I learned after Mario and Anthony that low maintenance hairstyles were going to be my best bet coming to work.

As the door to the elevator opened on his floor, my heart pounded. Desire hurried my feet forward. Ooh, he made me nervous, and this time, I wasn’t completely loathing him for it. I saw him sitting at his desk, busy with something on his computer, and I swooned at the freshness of his suit and hair. I didn’t see him after we left the file room. He looked as good as new, as if nothing ever happened between us. I was impressed and confused over why he’d want to mess up his suit now and how in heaven’s name we were going to be able to fool around with big glass doors and windows surrounding his office.

I smiled at Melissa as I entered his office. Her head lifted in shock at the pure thrill on my face, a stark contrast to this morning when I thought about having anything to do with him. Oh, how time had changed and all it took was a few hours.

I closed the door behind me because the good thing this glass had going for it was that it was soundproof. Then I looked up over the windows and walls. I was thrilled to find that there were blinds.

“Hey, you.” I smiled at him, moving to pull them closed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, following my hands with his eyes.

“Giving us some privacy, silly,” I said.

“That won’t be necessary.” He began to fidget with his tie.

I crooked my brow. “Oh, you like an audience? That’s good to note but we’re at work,” I whispered. “Pretty sure if we exposed them to us, they’d sue us.”

I began to walk toward him. “You know, I’m still a little sore.” Standing before him, he looked up at me as I said, “But I’m sure you could warm me up and have me ready to go again in a minute.” I smiled at him and sighed as his hands rushed to my hips to grip my waist and grope my ass, pulling me against his face as he buried his nose in my dress. I could feel the bridge of his nose against my vulva, and I dipped my hand in his hair, biting my lips at the thought of him lifting my dress.

The sound of his wheeled chair crashing against his bookshelf caused me to open my eyes just in time to find him standing in front of me, bringing his lips down upon mine. It was the same kind of hard, desperate kisses, and I moaned into his mouth.

I gasped as his hand started moving up my back and shivered from the anticipation of him undoing my zipper just as I felt his lips and beard against my neck. I tilted my head against his face and moaned a little louder this time.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispered before grabbing my face and kissing me as if he was about to go off to war or something. Like this was our last potential moment together. I grabbed him back, biting his bottom lip as he groaned and spun me around. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and I waited for him to pull the zipper on my dress.

“No,” he grunted. “That’s not why I called you in here,” he said, walking backward away from me, almost tripping over the leg of his chair before he sat down in it and straightened his tie.

I patted my cheeks, feeling the heat of my skin against the pads of my fingers. “Oh.” I giggled. “I guess I got a bit too carried away,” I said, straightening my dress and moving toward the visitor’s chair. “What is it that you wanted—” I was about to take a seat when he cut me off.

“You’re fired.” His words were short and unfeeling. It felt like the room started to glitch as I tried to focus on what he just said because he couldn’t have said what I thought he just did.

Not after we . . . “Excuse me? I don’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand? You’re fired,” he repeated.

My skin was on fire again, but this time it was not from desire but from the thought of being made a fool. “On what grounds?”

He chuckled and shook his head as if in disbelief.

“I don’t know what it is that you find so funny,” I said, glaring at him. “On what grounds are you firing me? Was the sex that disappointing for you?” I mocked, reminding him that he’d just been inside me a few hours ago.

He scoffed and grimaced. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Me?! You’re the one who just fucked me and you’re now firing me. I should’ve known better than to let you touch me, get anywhere near me. Of course, you’d do this. This is some kind of sick, twisted game of power to you, isn’t it?” I crossed my arms over my chest to give me some sort of comfort as my self-esteem crumbled.

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