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Chapter Eleven

Rodney

Our elevator rides together had become something of an event that I looked forward to, even though I didn’t want to admit it. I hated it, and I loved it, all at the same time. In the elevator, I could be alone with Danielle without having to worry about who at the office saw our interactions, or whether our interactions were appropriate.

If I was honest with myself, they tended to lean towards being inappropriate.

I hadn’t helped the situation at all. Instead of staying away from her, knowing she was trouble, I had slept with her. I had fucked my best friend’s daughter, my new secretary, a woman half my age. I had ventured into the land of taboo.

Even though I knew it had been a mistake, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not enough to be sure I wouldn’t do it again.

On Friday morning, Danielle slipped into the elevator with me again just before the doors closed, and everything about her was intoxicating. She had put on a new perfume, a scent I didn’t recognize. It was delicious, making me think of dirty things. Not that my mind had been on a particularly innocent track to begin with.

“Morning, Danielle,” I said politely.

She smiled at me, a beautiful smile. “Morning, Rodney.”

The pleasantries were a façade, a way to pretend everything was fine when nothing was. For one, we were both clothed. She wore a high-waisted pencil skirt with a crisp white blouse tucked in, and it traced her body beautifully. In a few more seconds, the doors would slide open on the top floor, and we would be in the public eye again.

I hesitated, debating if I should make things worse for myself or leave things be. I should probably have done the latter, but with Danielle my self-control was non-existent.

“Are you wearing panties today?” I asked. I was already heading down the road of no return.

Danielle slid her gaze to me, sultry, seductive. “Why don’t you find out?” she asked and bit her bottom lip.

God, if we were alone I would do terrible things to her. A woman biting her lip was my downfall, and my cock was hard and throbbing in my pants immediately. I wanted to fuck her again so badly I was losing my mind. It didn’t help that she was actively trying to seduce me. She was trying to push me to my breaking point and wear down my restraint. How was I supposed to resist? Especially when deep down, I didn’t want to resist at all?

I thought about Mark and the lunch we’d had together. I couldn’t do this, not to my best friend. Thinking about Danielle’s dad helped me ground myself a little and push away the desire that threatened to consume me.

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open, and I was relieved I had an escape. I let Danielle walk first and concentrated on not staring at her at all the way to the office.

“Danielle,” I said before I walked through. “I’m going into a conference call right now, but afterward, I would like to talk to you.”

Danielle nodded. “I’ll be ready when you need me.”

God, was everything out of her mouth going to make me think about sex? I nodded, closing the glass door between us and closing the blinds so that I wouldn’t be tempted to look at her while I was working. I needed to focus on business. The last thing I needed during a conference call was to be distracted by her the way I had been distracted in the meeting.

I sat down behind my desk and made my first calls.

“Leon,” I said when I got my tech guy online. Max and Harry were in the room with him, too. “How are we doing with the new interface?”

“I sent a few concepts through to you,” Max said before Leon could answer. “Did you get them?”

I had received them, but instead of going through the concepts Maxine had sent me, I had gone out to lunch with Danielle and Mark.

“I haven’t had a chance,” I said honestly. “I trust you will choose one that will work for us.”

“You’re putting a lot of trust in her,” Harry commented.

“I’m putting just as much trust into you, Harry. Into all of you. Leon, how soon can you give me a better program?”

Leon hesitated, and I imagined him shuffling around, uncomfortable.

“I told you it would add to our turnaround time when we scratched the original user interface,” he said. “I don’t have anything for you to look at, yet.”

“Can you give me a rough date?” I asked.

Leon mumbled to himself, calculating before he answered me. “Give me a week, maybe two at the very most.”

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