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“Only what?” I prompt her.

“Are you asking me to come with you because you want my input in a professional setting or is it just so you have someone to fuck while you’re away?” she says.

Well, I didn’t see that coming, but I suspect I should have. Serena has always been very vocal about keeping our relationship and our work separate.

“I mean technically, both,” I say with a grin. When Serena doesn’t return my grin, I turn serious. I stand up and move around to her side of my desk and perch on the edge of it. “What I mean by that is it will be nice to spend some time with you whilst we are there. Or, as you so eloquently put it, to fuck you while we are there.” That gets a small grin from Serena and my heart inflates. I love making her smile and laugh. “But this trip is on Mr Bellisario’s dime and if you think I’m about to try and explain to him why I needed my girlfriend along on the trip, you are very much mistaken. However, I am more than happy to defend bringing my associate with me who has put as much as I have into this campaign and will be playing an active role in the pitching. Does that answer your question?”

CHAPTER28

Wyatt

Serena nods slowly and then her face breaks into a wide grin and she jumps to her feet.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m going to Italy,” she shrieks in excitement, and I can’t help but laugh at the sudden turnaround in her demeanor.

“It won’t be for long,” I warn her. “Assuming the flights are available, we’ll leave in the morning and then we’ll be flying home the day after.”

“I don’t care,” Serena says, still laughing. “I’m just excited to be going at all.”

She jumps up and looks around herself as if she suddenly expects there to be eyes on us. Of course, aren’t we’re still alone in my office after all. Once Serena is convinced that we’re alone, she throws herself into my arms and kisses me. I kiss her back, and I can almost taste her excitement. It’s catching; suddenly I find that I too am excited to go to Italy, even if it is just a real flying visit.

Serena’s hands move slowly down my back and then around to the front of my body. When she gets to the front of my body, she pulls my shirt out of my pants and then she starts to unbutton my pants. I grab her hands and pull my mouth from hers.

“What are you doing?” I hiss.

“Oh, I’m just showing my boss how grateful I am for a company trip,” she says with a mischievous grin and a sparkle in her eye that makes me smile.

“Anyone could walk in,” I say.

“Yes,” she says. She leans in and kisses me lightly on the lips. “You should really …”

She stops talking as she starts to squat down, and she kisses my chest through my shirt. She keeps going, her kisses moving lower, and I can feel my cock responding to her teasing touch.

“See about getting a lock for that door,” she finishes.

Her mouth is right at my cock height and her hands are working my button again. I realize I have released her hands somewhere along the journey she made down my body. I want nothing more than to let her do her thing, but it’s too hard to relax knowing anyone can walk in at any time. I thought that would be a turn on, but it’s not when the people walking in on us would be my staff.

As if my thoughts have conjured up my worst nightmare, there is a light tap on my office door at the same time as Serena gets my button open. She looks up at me, that twinkle still in her eye. She kisses my cock through the material of my trousers.

“To be continued,” she says, directing the words I used on her at her party back onto me, as I frantically redo my button.

My office door opens without me saying come in, but luckily, I have managed to get my trousers fastened back up and my shirt mostly tucked back in, although I can’t help but notice that one of my shirt tails is still hanging out and I’m well aware I look a bit dishevelled because I as sure as hell feel it. Serena on the other hand is back sitting in the chair she had been in before she decided to tease me. She is the picture of innocence as she turns and smiles at the new arrival.

“Hey Ruth, how’s it going?” she says, as casually as if Ruth had almost caught her sipping from a cup of tea.

“It’s going ok, thank you” Ruth says coldly, an eyebrow raised.

Does she know? Oh, fuck it. If she knows, she knows. I’m not about to ask her what she might have seen, and I think she’s far too professional to bring it up with me.

“Ruth, what can I do for you?” I say, recovering some of my wits.

“I have that file you asked for earlier. The Duncan one,” Ruth says.

“Oh, thank you,” I say, smiling and holding out my hand for it.

I did ask for this file as a priority earlier on today, but I wish Ruth had waited another ten minutes before bringing it to me. Now she’s here though, she has more than killed the moment, so I might as well arrange Italy with her to save calling her back again later. Plus, the sooner she tries to get the flights sorted, the better chance we have of getting the ones we want.

“Actually, while you’re here, we’re going to Rome tomorrow morning and returning the evening after that. Are you free or do you have other plans?” I ask.

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