Page 19 of The Grump's Assistant

“I’ll never get enough of you, but I suppose we should get back to work.”

His words make me smile and blush. It sure sounds like he wants to keep me around for a bit, maybe even kiss me again. I have no idea what we’re doing here, and I don’t think Vincent does, either. I can tell I rattle the man, but I guess he likes my particular brand of crazy.

“Yeah, I hear the boss doesn’t take too kindly to people being late or slacking on the job.”

Vincent gives me another rare grin before leaning down and nipping the side of my neck. “What am I going to do with that sassy mouth of yours?” he asks, the deep rumble of his voice rolling over my body.

“I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.”

He chuckles and then groans as his hands slide down my body and he palms my ass. Vincent rubs me against his intimidatingly large length trapped in layers of clothing, making me shiver.

“Fuck, you’re so tempting, angel,” he growls against my ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with each word.

I’m about to climb him like a damn tree when a speaker I hadn’t noticed mounted on the wall buzzes, the shrill sound cutting through the lust-filled moment we were sharing. A few seconds later, I hear Rhonda’s voice over the intercom.

“Mr. Sloan, your nine a.m. appointment is here.”

Vincent’s shoulders tense and then drop as he steps away from me. I’m still slumped against the wall, unsure if I can even walk after what we just did. He walks over to the speaker and mumbles some sort of response to Rhonda before turning back to me.

In two strides, he’s in front of me again, gently tucking my stray hair behind my ears and then cupping my face. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. Vincent then clears his throat and looks away from me.

Are his cheeks turning pink? Oh my god, is heblushing?

“You’re pretty okay yourself,” I respond, grinning up at him. For a half second, I see a playful sparkle in those dark eyes of his. I want to draw it out more. I want to see him smile and laugh with abandon.

After a few more seconds of soaking up the moment, I straighten myself up and try to look like I wasn’t just ravished by my boss first thing in the morning. Vincent laces his fingers through mine and gives my hand a squeeze before calling the elevator up for me.

The whole ride down, I wonder what the heck I’ve gotten myself into.

8

VINCENT

Seven hours and twenty-eight minutes.

Seven long hours and twenty-eight excruciating minutes filled with meetings and shaking clients’ hands as they thank me for adding to their wealth. These quarterly meetings are always the death of me. I squeeze all of them into just a few days so I can get all of my interactions out of the way at once. Then I have a blessed few months of peace.

Today, however, was particularly brutal.

I still taste Juniper’s kiss, her skin, her arousal. Goddamn, my girl is incredible. And I haven’t seen her in seven hours and twenty-eight—excuse me, twenty-nine minutes.

My clients have come to expect me to be quick and to the point. I’m not known for my chit-chat or hospitality skills. But even I can admit I was less patient and more irritable than usual.

They don’t understand.

If I didn’t have a dozen meetings scheduled today, I would have stayed up in my penthouse with Juniper all day. Fuck, she’s so soft and pretty, so pure and sweet, yet quick-witted and feisty. She’s everything. And that’s exactly what I want to give her. Everything. All of me.

I just need to get through this last meeting.

“Now, this chart here,” Mr. Montgomery says as he points his stubby finger at the screen I’m showing him. “It shows where my money is going?”

“Yes,” I grit out. I’ve answered this question from him at least three times now.

Mr. Montgomery nods and finally pushes his chair back to stand up. Thank fucking god. We shake hands and he thanks me before heading out the door. I collapse into my desk chair, holding my head in my hands. What a fucking day.

A soft knock interrupts my thoughts, followed by the sweetest sound in the world.

“Mr. Sloan?” Juniper’s voice eases the tension in my shoulders while making my dick jerk. I’m not used to either feeling, but I want more. More of whatever my angel will give me.

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