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I perked up. When money became a topic of discussion, I was all ears. A nice little raise wouldn’t be so bad. I could get another car, and I won’t have to worry about showing up late.

“Yes, what about the money?” I asked, throwing on my professional voice.

Weston must have noticed because he rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, the leadership team and I were talking about how much you have taken on since you started with the company and the strides you have made. We would like to increase your salary.” Weston reached for a sticky note and a pen off my desk. He scribbled on it and then slid it back to me, relaxing in his seat.

I immediately reached for the note. I scanned the amount written, and my eyes sprang open like saucers. I began choking on my spit, causing me to cough so hard that tears sprang to my eyes. I never thought that I could start making this much money, but damn it, I was grateful.

“W-wow, u-um...I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered.

“I figured you would like the number. When I threw it out there, everyone instantly agreed.”

My eyes shot from the note back up to Weston. “Wait, this was your recommendation?”

He nodded. “Yep.”

“Weston, I don’t know what to say besides thank you. Shoot, thank you for even considering me for a raise.”

“Now you can buy as much McDonald’s as you want,” he softly joked.

Heat stirred in my stomach, and I could feel my heart race. Images of that night flashed through my mind. I needed to keep it professional, but damn if it wasn’t hard seeing this man sitting in front of me. It made it even worse that he considered me for this raise. My kitty wanted to pounce on him. Weston stood from his seat and made his way around to the side of my desk. My eyes followed until he took a seat on my desk. The cologne he wore invaded my nose, sending more memories of that night to my mind. He reached for one of my braids and ran it through his fingers. I shuddered at the touch. My mind raced. I wasn’t sure what was happening.

“I like your braids, but I like it when you wear your afro. It’s sexier,” he lowly stated.

I had just gotten my braids over the weekend. I wanted a change and was tired of maintaining my natural hair.

“I’m shocked. I never took you for liking natural hair.”

“My sister and mama are big on that shit. I grew up around it. I always liked it,” Weston disclosed.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”

He kept his fingers stroking that one braid. I could feel myself losing my composure.

“Tell me something, Taja,” he voiced in a whisper.

“What?”

“Do you ever think about that night between us?”

“Um...”

Weston smirked and rubbed his hand along mine.

“Don’t play dumb with me. The way I had you screaming my name on my balcony. The way we pleased each other on my living room floor. You mean to tell me you don’t think about that night?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, sometimes I have flashbacks. It was a thrilling night.”

“Hmm...what I wouldn’t do to relive that moment...”

He positioned his body so he could rub his hand along my exposed thigh. I froze. Weston’s freezing fingertips sent electric shocks through my body. He didn’t stop. He kept working his way until he found what he was looking for, softly brushing against it. A part of me was thankful for opting to wear the pencil skirt instead of my wide-leg pants.

“Weston...wha...what are you doing?”

“Shh...” He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs open, exposing all of me to him. He pulled his face in closer between my legs. He brushed his tongue along my laced panties and sniffed.

“Damn...still smelling the same...sweet.” He removed my panties, pulling them off and stuffing them in his coat pocket. He softly blew on my clit, causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head.

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