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Chapter Three

Rodney

On Thursday morning, I found I was excited about going to work. I always enjoyed what I did, but this morning I was excited in a way I hadn’t been in a long time. I couldn’t pretend that Danielle wasn’t the reason for my enthusiasm. Having her around yesterday had been great.

When I arrived at the office, I nodded to Clarice at the front desk and headed toward the elevator. I stepped into it, and like yesterday, Danielle slipped in next to me. I pressed the button for the doors to close before anyone could join us in the elevator. I wanted to be alone with her.

“Early, again, Danielle,” I said.

She smiled at me, nodding. “I like to have a little extra time.”

I agreed with that. Because she came early, we had a little extra time together.

“How did you like yesterday?” I asked. “I thought you did very well.”

Danielle’s smile widened, and she went from beautiful to radiant. Her teeth were perfect. Their whiteness contrasted with the bronze lipstick she had on her lips. I wondered if it would smudge if I kissed her.

“I enjoyed it,” Danielle answered.

I forced myself to look at her eyes. I was glad I’d hired her. Not only was she good at being a secretary, but she was easy on the eyes. Very easy.

She looked even hotter today than she did yesterday. She wore a suit today, a one-piece that was as modern as it was professional. She had buttoned the front up enough not to be inappropriate, and it left enough to the imagination that my mind was running rampant, imagining what she looked like with her clothes off.

I ached to touch her. I wanted to press her up against the elevator wall and pin her hands above her head. I wanted to mash my lips against hers, messing up her lipstick. I wanted to grind my cock against her, claiming her in a primal way.

I burned with desire, and the air was hard to breathe.

When I glanced at her, she was looking straight ahead. Her hair was loose today, and I wondered what it would feel like to push my hands into it, tangling my fingers in those tresses, and pulling her head back so I could kiss her. I wanted to bare her neck and kiss my way down to her collar bone, sucking every inch of delicate skin into my mouth.

My dick twitched in my pants, getting harder with each dirty thought. I tried to push them away. I couldn’t think of her that way. I couldn’t think about kissing her, about touching her, about dominating her. About fucking her.

I cleared my throat and looked ahead as we rode up toward the top floor where my office was situated. I saw her look at me in my periphery. I wanted her to keep looking. God, I was a dirty old man for thinking these thoughts about her, but she was hot as hell, and I wanted her. So, help me, I wanted all of her.

Danielle had been a sweetheart for as long as I had known her. I had watched her grow up, develop a strong mind, and a beautiful soul aside from her stunning body. When she’d turned eighteen, I had become aware of her as a woman, and not only my best friend’s daughter. And wow, what a woman she had become. Every time I’d seen her in the past six years, I had tried my hardest not to think dirty thoughts about her. Every time, I had failed. She had become the object of my fantasies.

When she spoke to me, joking and witty, it made it worse. There was nothing hotter on a woman like her than a beautiful mind. She was the full package; beautiful, smart, funny, sensitive.

The tension in the elevator grew. I was aware of how close she stood to me. I shuffled my weight from one foot to the other so I was closer to her without it being too obvious.

I knew she felt something for me, too. Yesterday, I had caught her staring a few times. Every time I had looked up and caught her, she had forced herself to avert her gaze, pretending she hadn’t been looking. I’d had to smile to myself. It had been such a sweet thing, so innocent in some ways, like a teenage crush.

But Danielle was far from being a teenager. She was a woman, perhaps not as old as I was, but she was all grown up and incredible.

It felt like we were locked in a game of cat and mouse. We were playing with each other, both of us toying with taboo, with what wasn’t allowed. But I was the cat and she was the mouse. There was no question who would be in control. And when I finally caught her, I was going to consume her.

I smiled to myself. Danielle had feelings for me on some level, the same way I had for her, but she wasn’t hiding it nearly as well as I could. I had years of practice on her.

I wondered if she could feel the sexual tension between us in the elevator, or if it was just me. Maybe I was blowing it out of proportion.

The elevator doors opened on our floor, and I stepped to the side, letting Danielle walk first. As if she knew what I’d been wondering about, she glanced at my dick before walking out. It was so quick, so fleeting. If I hadn’t seen her staring all day yesterday, I might have thought I’d imagined it.

But I hadn’t imagined it.

Danielle wanted me the same way I wanted her. I was sure of it. Now, the problem was not acting on it.

We walked to my office together, and I unlocked the door. Danielle walked to her new desk and sat down with a file I had given her yesterday afternoon.

“Hold all my calls and take messages,” I said to her before stepping into my office. We were all business again. “I have a call with China, and I can’t afford to have any interference.”

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