for a fix as I didn’t have time for my usual one at home. I’m in the middle of brewing a pot when Jake walks in, completely surprising me. My heart immediately jumps in my chest when I take him in. Although tired, he looks absolutely mouthwatering in his pristinely pressed white button-down shirt and black trousers. His hair is combed back, making the color of his eyes stand out more. Eyes that are currently burning a hole in my panties right now.
“Ana, you’re in early,” he purrs.
I swallow hard, trying to calm my erratic breathing. “I wanted to get this graph done for you by the end of the day.”
“But you have until next week to complete that. There’s no need to rush it.”
I pour my coffee then offer to make him one, which he nods to. “Once I’m given a task, I just like to complete it in a timely matter, that’s all.”
I notice when he steps a little closer. “Ana, is everything okay? You seem a little distracted.”
Everything is not okay. I miss him, and I have another maniac after me. Everything is far from okay. My only saving grace is that I found out this morning from Arianna that the courts have approved the protection order. Phil Spector can’t come within a hundred yards of me. Small mercies, I guess.
“I’m fine, just a little tired, that’s all.”
His expression turns from lust to concern within an instant. “Do you need today off? As I said, the graph doesn’t need to be done until next week.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m fine. Thank you for the offer, though.” Suddenly determined, he edges closer. My heartbeat reacts again instantly.
“I want you to have lunch with me then. There are things I want to discuss with you.”
“What things?” His damn sexy mouth curves up again, and I nearly melt. I hate him.
“I don’t wish to discuss it here. It’s not the right place.”
I try to move away, but he mimics my movements, getting closer and closer. Every time I step back, he steps forward until I’m almost pressed to the sink—the sink that I’m starting to wish he would pick me up and fuck me on. If I can’t handle this, how am I going to handle lunch?
“I wanted to get Matthew his birthday present today.”
His eyes light up. “I’ll come with you. I know just the thing he wants anyway. Then we’ll have some lunch.”
I shake my head with a sigh. “Jake, we’ll be late getting back if we try and do all that in an hour.”
He takes one more step forward. He’s trying to be subtle, but he doesn’t realize that I, too, notice everything about him.
“I think you’re forgetting who’s boss around here. If I want you to come to lunch with me, then it will be within paid time. I want to discuss some work topics with you anyway. You can therefore have the extra hour.”
How am I ever going to get this graph done with Jake distracting me like this? He wants to discuss something about work over lunch. It’s probably not the best idea, but it’s better than being alone with him in his office any day. At least this way we will be in public, surrounded by people, so it would be very hard for Jake to make any kind of move.
“Okay then, but I really want to get this graph done.”
He shakes his head in dismay. “Whatever you want, Ana, but I can tell you the boss doesn’t mind whether he gets it today, tomorrow, or next week … when it’s due.”
I know he’s teasing me, but I chose to ignore it. “Okay, thank you for that, Mr. Bennett. Here’s your coffee.”
I hand it to him, and he takes it, moving in for the kill. He takes a deep breath inhaling my perfume. “I’ve really missed hearing you call me that. You smell wonderful, as always.” I gather my strength and edge past him out the door, but not before I hear him shout, “I’ll see you at one.”
Jake Bennett, you know exactly what you’re doing and it ain’t gonna fly with me, mister!
By the time one o’clock comes, I’m still nowhere near finished compiling this graph. All the staring at the computer all day is making my eyes hurt, so I’m kind of glad for the reprieve. Jessie’s very busy also, which makes conversations few and far between.
When Jessie comes back from her lunch, Jake appears from nowhere, smiling that devilish,