Like a Boss - Annabelle Costa Page 0,42
there’s no mention of his disability. The photo of him is from the shoulders up and he looks fantastic, of course, with his broad shoulders, perfect hair, and straight white teeth. I wonder if he intentionally keeps any information about his disability out of the media, so as to project a particular image of himself. I am guessing the image he wants to project is not that of a quadriplegic.
I show up at Luke’s office at a quarter to noon, but he’s caught up in some meeting. His gorgeous assistant Michelle’s eyes light up when she sees me. I still don’t get why anyone would choose me over that woman. But I’m not going to torture myself by analyzing it.
“Ellie,” she says. “Luke’s just about done. Please wait here.” She gestures at a chair by her desk.
“Um, all right,” I say, settling into the chair. I cross my legs somewhat awkwardly as Michelle stares at me. I hate how bony my knees are in a skirt.
“I just want you to know,” she says in a low, confidential tone. “Luke is a great guy.”
Oh God, does she know about us? “Hmm,” I say. “Is he?”
“Oh, yes.” Michelle nods eagerly. “I’ve worked for him for three years and he’s a great boss. And really just… great. And I can assure you that none of the awful things people say about him are true.”
Great.
A minute later, the door to Luke’s office opens, and two older, stern-looking men in business suits exit the room. Luke has a mildly bored look on his face, but his eyes light up when he sees me standing there.
“Ellie!” He grins. “Come in. We need to discuss, you know, business.”
As if anyone here really thinks we’re discussing business.
Once I’m inside the office, he shuts the door behind me. He grabs me by the waist, pulls me onto his lap, and starts kissing me on my neck. It feels so good that I almost lose my train of thought. “Luke,” I say.
He keeps kissing me.
“Luke,” I say, more firmly this time.
He pulls away from me, a wounded look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Does Michelle know about you and me… that we’re, you know…?”
Luke shakes his head. “I didn’t tell her, but I think she figured it out. She’s a smart girl.”
“Did you tell anyone?”
“No,” he says without hesitation. “You’re my employee. I hope I’m not speaking out of turn, but I think it’s better people don’t know.”
“I agree.” I cringe at the thought of Nathan confirming exactly what he had accused me of. “Which means we probably shouldn’t meet here anymore.”
He lets out a long sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. We shouldn’t. But since you’re already here…”
With those words, he goes back to kissing me. He’s clean-shaven and his cheeks are smooth and smell like his expensive aftershave. His lips hit the top button of my blouse and he gazes up at my face with his nice brown eyes. “Little help?” he asks.
I smile and obligingly undo the tiny buttons on my shirt. He fumbles for a while with my bra hook until I finally take pity and do it for him. His lips lower onto my nipple, and all I can think as he kisses me is how amazing this is and why didn’t I let him do this sixteen years ago?
I wonder how far we’re going to go, considering we’re in his office, and I quickly get my answer when he wheels us over to the small conference table by his desk. “Hop up,” he instructs me.
I get up out of his lap and sit on the edge of the table. He runs his hands up the insides of my thighs and I practically die. He puts one hand against my stomach and I take the cue and lie down on the table, and spread my legs, hiking my skirt up. I feel his thumbs hook into my panties and tug them off. He tosses them somewhere I can’t even see, but the last thing I’m worried about right now is the location of my panties. I’m sure they haven’t gone far.
He toys with me, gently kissing the insides of my thighs. I feel his hot breath over my pussy and I gasp, “Luke! Oh, God…”
“You missed out in college, Ellie,” he whispers back, then his mouth descends on my clit.
He is good at this—really good. There’s no way he was this good at oral sex back in college. Men like Luke Thayer don’t need to get good at