Page 76 of Brassy Bigwig

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DIMITRIOS

Around lunchtime, I poke my head out of my office and watch as Chloe works away at her computer. I love the way she’s concentrating on the words on her screen, pen between her teeth, her left leg tucked under her body on her chair.

“You know, that posture will lead to back and neck problems,” I inform her. “But I’ll have no issue rubbing your sore muscles later. Stay the night with me again, Chloe.”

She drops the pen from her mouth as her head snaps toward me, and she bites that bottom lip of hers the way she always does. It has my cock at attention in no time.

“I’m going to need you to stop doing that at times when I can’t act on my desires, théa.”

When a look of confusion appears on her pretty face, I explain.

“When you bite your lip like that, it makes my dick hard.” I feel my nostrils flare as she immediately releases her bottom lip from the clutches of her pearly white teeth.

“Sorry,” she smiles, but her smirk tells me she isn’t fully apologetic.

And I’m glad.

It means that girl from Greece I spent all weekend luring out of her hasn’t retreated back into the confines of her mind.

“What are you in the mood for?”

I realize immediately I didn’t phrase my question the way I’d intended to. I can see the desire pool in her eyes as she silently tells me exactly what she’s in the mood for at the moment.

“For lunch, you horny lech,” my half smile crinkles the corner of my eye.

She recovers quickly, too quickly.

“I knew what you meant,” she winks. “I don’t know. I’ve kind of been craving Asian food ever since our dinner was disrupted by your predilection for hunting your prey last Thursday night.

I wipe a hand down my face, recalling chasing her around my penthouse.

“Yes, a game I’m looking forward to playing again very soon. Asian it is. Anything in particular?”

“You know what I like.”

With that, she goes back to biting her lip, and I have to remind myself we’re in view of the lobby camera. My eyes bore into hers before I pivot and stalk back into my office. Grabbing my phone from my desktop, I see a missed call notification flashing on my screen, and it’s like a splash of ice-cold water on my libido.

Emilia. What the hell does she want?

I don’t have anything to say to her, and my alimony checks arrive on time. There’s no reason why she should be calling.

I clear the notification and check my voicemail, but she hasn’t left a message. Maybe she called by accident?

Wishful thinking.

I take a deep breath and try to forget I had a missed call in the first place before she completely ruins my day.

I pull up the app for the food delivery service I usually use, then I order the same two items we got on Thursday night, drunken noodles and pho. She never did get to sample a taste.

I was too busy tasting her.

* * *

We enjoyed a pleasant lunch with one another. Chloe finally got to sample my pho, which she loved. The delightful sound she made the moment the broth hit her taste buds had me ready to pounce. Just as we finish cleaning up, I hear the elevator signal the arrival of someone on our floor.

“Damn,” I exclaim. “Who the hell is that, interrupting us before I’ve gotten my dessert?”

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