you ever played with Baoding balls, Miss Shaw? They chime when you rotate them.”
She pretends to think about it. “No, I’ve never heard of Baoding balls. You’ll need to explain to me exactly how they work.” She looks at me all wide-eyed, and it takes everything in me to keep from laughing. And then from pulling up that skirt and having my wicked way with her.
“No problem. They’re designed to help the person playing with them to de-stress.”
“More de-stressing?” She lifts her brows.
I can’t help but smile. Miss Shaw has quite the pottymouth when she’s coming. I fucking love it. “I’m all about de-stressing, Miss Shaw.”
“So, I take the balls in one hand, and then I… What comes next?” Those eyes…they un-fucking-do me.
“Well, then—” I’m about to explain to her how to de-stress with a pair of ‘Baoding’ balls while deep-throating a cock, when my door opens so hard it almost comes off the hinges. I have no doubt that Miss Shaw knows her way around a cock, mind you, but I love getting her all flustered like this. The door bangs against the wall, putting an end to my plans. Emily walks in. Make that, a very pissed off Emily walks in.
“What the hell is going on with you two?”
Miss Shaw looks shocked. For a second, I think she’s going to blurt out the truth. Namely, that she was about to give me the best blowjob of my life. I can safely say that it would have been spectacular, without it ever having happened before, because we’re talking about Ashley Shaw here. It’s like my body is in tune with hers. Everything is better with Miss Shaw. Every-fucking-thing!
“What the hell is wrong with you, Emily? You can’t just barge into my office. Miss Shaw was just taking important notes.” I observe that my sexy-as-fuck PA is now holding the notebook to her chest. I’m going to assume that she was taking actual notes, as in step-by-step blowjob notes that Emily would be able to read. I bite back a grin. She’s too much.
“I can see that.” Emily looks from me to Miss Shaw and back. She throws another one of those glossy magazines on my desk and then pages through it.
“Not again,” I groan.
“Yes, again.” Emily puts her hands on her hips before looking back down at the magazine. “Is the most eligible bachelor off the market?” she reads. “CEO of the Zeus Group, Steven W. Bolt, is seen out on the town with his employee, Ashley Shaw. Blah, blah, blah, about you almost hitting some guy.” She glares at me before looking back down. “I’m glad you didn’t hit him,” she mutters, more to herself. “‘Bolt was seen carrying his Personal Assistant to the VIP area in The Lagoon nightclub, where they disappeared for the night.’ There’s a whole piece on you, Ashley, and a ton of speculation on the nature of your relationship. Quite frankly, I can see why. Look at these pictures.”
Ashley and I go in closer. In the first picture, Miss Shaw has her head buried in my chest and her arms around my neck. I have a look of rage on my face. I’m pointing at that fucker who was trying to take advantage of Ashley and shouting something at him.
In the next picture, I have my arm around her. I’m looking at her like a lovesick puppy. Fuck! Then there’s one of me looking at her chest. It was when she was cupping her breasts. Thank fuck, it’s from behind her. I’m looking at her like I want to eat her whole, which was true for once. I did want to eat her whole. In the last picture, I have Miss Shaw cradled in my arms. This time, it’s a close-up of her face. She’s wearing a dopey smile. She’s looking up at me with… My chest tightens. There’s a whole lot in that look. I swallow thickly.
“They look bad,” Emily says. “Worse than bad. I just released a statement disputing a relationship with Ashley. Letting everyone know she was your PA…and now this.”
Miss Shaw gasps. “I’m so sorry, Bolt. This isn’t what it looks like,” she tells Emily. “I’d had too much to drink, and Bolt – as a friend…not even as a friend, as my boss – he rescued me from that guy.” I hate hearing her say that I’m not even her friend. It makes everything in me bristle. “Bolt’s friend owns the club. It was a total coincidence he