snack counter or anything.”
“Right,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Have fun,” she said, walking away.
It was good advice—I couldn't afford to be spotted out in public with him, lest people find out who I really was. But why did Alexa’s warning feel more like a threat?
I was being paranoid, I told myself. Everything would be fine.
Chapter 15
I arrived at Leo’s office and parked my car in the underground garage. I was full of nervous energy, an army of butterflies fighting in my stomach. I was excited to see Leo again, but feeling a little shy at the prospect of taking him on a date. In public. We’d only been out at restaurants of his choosing so I’d always figured in the back of my mind that if someone snapped a picture of us, I couldn't feel guilty—or be blamed. But now it was like he was on my turf—a landscape I hardly knew.
I was escorted into his office by one of his assistants—I think he had four, but I couldn’t be sure. Most of the vast office was empty, it being late in the evening on a Friday.
“This place is a regular Fort Knox,” I said, taking in Leo’s expansive office with a killer view. “I had to go through four gatekeepers, a key card–protected turnstile, and a metal detector.”
“People want to steal ideas as much as they want to steal money,” he said.
“I guess the ideas are money, huh?” I said, setting down my bag.
“And a lot of money at that,” he said. Finally, his eyes took me in. “So we’re going to watch this movie?”
“Yes,” I laughed.
“And I’m expected to watch a movie sitting next to you, in a car, wearing that.” He stepped closer, stopping just from me, his hands tucked safely in his pockets.
“What’s wrong with this?” I said, looking down at my cut-off shorts and tank top. I’d decided to forgo any Crush closet clothes and opted for my own, picking out something I would wear on a casual outing with a normal person. None of which was true, but I was trying not to overthink the evening.
“Absolutely nothing,” Leo said, “if you want my hands all over you all night.”
“We’re watching the movie,” I said firmly. He groaned.
The woman who led me into Leo’s office stuck her head in the doorway. “Do you need anything else from me?” she asked.
“No, thanks, Elaine. See you Monday. You can close the door,” he added. Once Elaine had gone, the door firmly closed, he turned back to me, his eyes blazing with desire.
He closed the small bit of space between us. He slid his hand down the front of my shorts, grabbing hold of my crotch and pressing his fingers into me. I sucked in a breath, my eyes falling shut.
“Did you think wearing these would keep me from you?” he said, dipping his head close to my face. “Did you?”
“No,” I breathed, as his hand continued to move slowly across me.
“I didn’t pay you,” he said, pushing on my now wet pussy, “nearly enough attention this weekend. I intend to make up for that.” He guided me backward until the back of my legs hit the armchair in the corner. “Sit.” I did. He nudged my shoulders back, then pulled my hips down lower on the seat.
He started by kissing the tops of my thighs. My heart raced, seeing him down on the floor in front of me. I reached for his head to run my fingers through his hair; he caught by hand with his lips, kissing me. His eyes found me, the lust in them clear, and I thought I’d cry out before anything really started. He made my body feel as if it were floating.
His hands continued on my thighs, his palms running flat across them, kneading them and making me squirm. He unbuttoned my shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down. I lifted my hips, moving myself a little closer to his face as he slid the shorts down to the floor. He moved forward and covered my thighs with kisses, his hands all over me, on my hips and up my stomach, over my breasts. My eyes fell shut, and I couldn’t sit still, moving myself closer to him, desperate for him to take me. When he pressed his lips on my pelvis and I groaned. He kissed me there, and then under, right where I was soaked the most. I begged him, desperate for him to take down the last scrap of fabric