Page 41 of Business Casual

She nodded. “Mr. Franklin wanted to schedule a welcome lunch for you with the executive team, but he isn’t going to be back for a couple of weeks. Do you have any food preferences or allergies?”

I shook my head. “No ma’am.”

She jotted something down on her notepad. “You and Mr. Franklin the third had burgers and fries during your lunch the other day. Is that your preference or would you prefer something different?”

My mouth opened but words didn’t immediately formulate. She stopped writing and lifted her head.

“I am fine with burgers,” I said slowly. “If that’s what the rest of the team would like.”

With a blank expression on her face, she nodded. “Very well.”

“And it has been brought to my attention that you will be attending the meeting today.”

“Yes.”

“I know this was a last-minute addition. Do you need anything for notetaking?”

It seemed like a genuine offer, and I was thrown off.

Does she know or not?

“I actually have a pen and paper in my bag,” I informed her. “But thank you.”

When she walked out of my office, she left me sitting there in utter confusion. My mind was cloudy and as I reflected on everything that had happened that day, I was reeling. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to make sense of it because I needed to grab a snack from the kitchen area and then head to the meeting downstairs.

Hitting the elevator button, I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and pushed my tote further up on my forearm. Staring straight ahead, I was lost in my own thoughts until the doors slid open.

Somehow looking even better than he did when I’d seen him two hours ago, Tre stood at the back of the elevator looking down at his phone. When his eyes shifted to me, heat spread all over my body.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

It wasn’t the first time he asked me that.

The first time was when he was about to slide that big dick into me from behind. The tension between my thighs recognized the phrase well.

Shaking my head to clear it of the sexually charged thoughts, I forced my feet to move and walked into the elevator car. “Absolutely,” I said softly, hoping the vivid mental image that was replaying in my mind wasn’t apparent on my face.

“That’s good,” he said as the elevator doors closed.

The smell of his cologne was suffocating me and making the flashbacks a lot more vivid. I stared straight ahead, just like he was doing. I watched our reflections in the glass and aluminum door.

I readjusted my bag to the shoulder opposite of him and accidentally hit him. Even though his muscular frame barely moved, my bag was heavy. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” I apologized quickly.

He just looked at me for a second before responding. “Apology accepted.” He slipped his phone in his pocket. “But why do you have all your stuff with you? You know we gave you an office, so you didn’t have to bring everything with you around the building, right?”

I laughed. “Yeah, but because I didn’t know I would be attending this meeting, I didn’t really have lunch, so I’m leaving right after we finish,” I explained.

He frowned, moving closer to me. “Do you want me to order you something? I can have it delivered and someone can bring it to the meeting.”

“No, it’s okay.” I bumped him with my shoulder. “But thank you.”

“Well, if you want to get something to eatafterthe meeting—”

The elevator dinged, interrupting his offer. When the doors opened, a man rushed in without even waiting for us to come out.

“Yo!” Tre barked at him.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled when he bothered to look up at us.

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