Page 10 of Gluttony

“What is that for?” Yeah, we all fucking know but I’m going to make him say it.

“The drool.”

“Hardy har har.” My back is turned to Orion’s office so I take the tissues—more like rip them out of his hands—and wipe the corner of my mouth…just in case.

“Like what you see, Little Rabbit?” The deep, guttural voice travels from my ear, where his breath tickles my lobe, and swoops all the way to my lower belly like I just went straight down a roller coaster.

“Jesus H. Christ. Are you actively trying to give me a heart attack?” Okay, so maybe I should reel in my attitude.

“There’s that backbone. It’s always more fun when they fight.” At his words, I swing around to face him and realize he’s not joking. The warning flag he’s waving isn’t red, it’s fucking deep purple with a skull and bones painted on it, screaming danger, danger, danger.

“Hadley, leave our executive assistant alone.” Orion is now at the door, his gaze assessing me like he’s checking Hadley didn’t gobble me up as his midday snack.

“Is that what you want, Little Rabbit? To be left alone?” The fuck am I supposed to say to that? Drew is right there, watching me, probably judging me with his perfect hair and professional glasses resting on his nose.

Fuck it, I think Hadley needs to be pushed in order for me to keep him interested. “I’d like to do my job, Sir.”

Sucking in air through his teeth, he backs up and turns his head just enough to call out over his shoulder. “Hayes, you hear that?”

“Fuck off, Had, and get your arse in here.” All we get is a voice because Hayes is no longer visible from our angle.

“Big brother is no fun, but if you need to take a break, you know where to find me.” I don’t answer Hadley, just raise my chin and square my shoulders in defiance. With his teeth biting down on his bottom lip and his gaze touching every inch of my body as if I were naked, Hadley walks backward into Orion’s office and throws me a wink before closing the door.

“I’d tell you to go to HR to complain but honestly, it’s a game to him. He’s all bark and no bite.” Drew shrugs like he just gaveme valuable information and it’s up to me to make a decision on how I want to go about the Hadley situation.

Little does he know that I want him to pursue me so I can get access to his personal life, his office, his desk, his keys.

I want the Orion’s Abyss necklace and every cent of the two hundred and fifty million it represents, and if that means I play the part of the rabbit so the big bad wolf can chase me, then give me running shoes, I’m game.

After spending most of the afternoon running personal errands for the guys, I swear my feet are about to go on strike from wearing these heels. I’m guessing I’ll get used to them, just like every other corporate woman in this city, but holy Hell, the blisters are going to be my undoing.

Maybe Mickey will rub my feet for me. Then I remember it’s Thursday night and he’s got plans with our friends Craig and Melanie. Bath for one, it is.

And as The Cure have told us many times over, Friday is what we live for, especially in the corporate world. I must agree.

By now, I’ve got my routine going with my morning tasks and pick-ups in the afternoon. According to Ginny’s notes, end of the week means I need to make sure they’ve got everything they need for the weekend which, from what she said on the downlow, is a great way to make sure I don’t get called in on my time off.

What she doesn’t know is that I want to get called in.

So, I convenientlyforgetto pick-up Hayes’s dress shoes from the fancy store in lower Manhattan between East Houston and Prince Street. Let’s just say women aren’t the only ones spending ridiculous amounts of money for quality footwear.

I’m hoping I get a call tomorrow afternoon, in a panic, when he realizes he doesn’t have his shoes. They’ll be at my apartment, and when he calls, I’ll save the day by dropping them off at their place.

This is how I get inside their apartment, check out the layout. Once they trust me enough, I’ll have the key to their place but I’m too impatient to wait that long.

“Hey, so you survived your first week?” I look up from my notebook—where every single thing I need for this job is written down, color coded, and numbered by importance—to see Orion standing on the other side, hands in his pockets and a coy smile on his lips.

“Just barely. I’m pretty sure my feet are packing their bags and singingBella Ciaoon their way out.” I grin because I’m clever like that.

“Do your feet tend to often sing Italian revolutionary songs?” He’s being flirty while still maintaining a safe distance.

Not so long ago, you were fucking my mouth while I was on all fours in your limo.

I lick my lips at the thought, and as if he can read my filthy memories, his eyes darken to a deeper shade of brown like a predator ready to pounce.

Hmm, that’s it, Orion. Come and get me.

As intense as those thirty seconds were, the mood is gone as soon as Ginny walks up behind him, causing us both to clear our throats.

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