Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,94
Dad. Sweet Things have a good thing going on. They are taking more and more of ‘our’ customers daily.”
“Those plaited loaves only sold well for a few days, Ashley. I’m worried. What if we spend the money, make some changes, and they only work short-term?”
“I’ll discuss a couple of things with Simon on my way out. Let him have some say.” It turns out that Simon is more creative than I ever gave him credit for. “Have one bread a day that changes. Only one, and it must change daily. Try the sandwich idea. Start with three options and only make a few.” I can see he’s getting overwhelmed, but I can also see that he’s thinking about it. “I’ll talk to Simon and to Mom.” I rise from the chair. “We can turn this around.” I walk around the desk. “We have something Sweet Things will never have…we’re a family. We’re the Shaws.” I put my arms around my dad. He hugs me back.
His eyes are glistening as I pull away. “We’re Shaws.” He sniffs and gives me a smile.
I feel my eyes sting and my throat clog. “I’ll see you soon, Dad,” I say before things get too emotional.
My smile is a mile wide as I walk down the hallway. I think things are finally turning around. I think everything is going to be okay.
28
The next day…
Bolt
I pick up my desk phone and dial my PA.
“Yes? Is everything okay?” She sounds so uppity my balls pull tight. This woman is anything but uppity. She couldn’t be uppity if she tried. Her whole uppity act is a turn on and if that makes me a sick fuck then so be it.
“No, everything is not okay. I need you in my office right away!” I bark.
“I’m busy with the—” I can hear she’s smiling.
“Now, Miss Shaw. I don’t like waiting!” I say in my gruffest voice. I put the phone down and grin. Then I pull myself together. My eyes are on the door.
It takes a few minutes. Longer than I’d like. Trust Miss Shaw to keep me waiting. I like it more than I should. Finally, there’s a knock, and she walks in. She’s wearing that white suit with the black trim. It looks fucking amazing on this woman. Then again, I think she could wear a garbage bag and still look sexy. She has her notepad and pen.
“You needed me?” she asks. Her lips are bright red. “Is there something I can help you with, Sir?” She puts the tip of the pen in her mouth and sucks on it.
I swear, my balls tighten even more, and I feel that suck acutely between my legs. My dick goes from zero to hero in half a second. “You’ll need to write this down,” I tell her.
She holds the pen poised above the notepad and gives a curt nod. Her hair is secured in a bun at the base of her neck. That’s going to come undone. I want to feel her silky strands between my fingers.
“Firstly, and this is important, what color is your underwear?”
Her eyes flash to mine, and those sinful lips round out into a startled ‘O’. “That’s not very professional. I’m afraid it’s classified information. Need-to-know only. I signed this NDA, you see. It prohibits me from giving out certain information. Now, you were about to tell me what you needed, Sir?”
Sir.
Holy fuck!
I know what I need, alright. We have half an hour before my next meeting. I’m going to make sure that every smidgen of her lipstick has been removed, and then I’m going to make her come so hard that her eyes water. She’ll need to stay sitting for the rest of the day because even her low heels will be too high for her shaky legs.
“First, I’ll need you to lock the door. Then, I want you on your knees in front of me.”
“Lock door…on knees.” She writes it down. Her chest is heaving. I can scent her arousal.
I feel my lip twitch. “Then, I want you to unzip my pants, and take my cock out.”
She nods and writes some more. I can see that she is starting to blush. Her neck is red.
“You should probably undo my belt and take my pants down to my ankles. You will need full access for what I have in mind.”
“Full access,” she says, biting her lip. She writes it down. Holy fuck but I’m going to come in my pants before she even touches me.