Page 40 of Empowered
“You are incorrigible. I can’t stand it. Or you. Keep the damn flowers!”
The sheer amount of frustration in those texts sustained Sarah for the rest of her day.
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Nigel was the only one who got a text from her personal phone after Lucas’s ramblings finally subsided.“I’ll be home late tonight. At the office.”He responded to confirm that he received her warning and told her to make sure she got some rest that day.
Ha. Hahaha.
Sarah stayed at her desk long after Mr. and Mrs. Monroe left with their coats on and kissy-kissy faces pointed in one another’s directions. Alisha bemoaned that she had to miss her favorite show that night due to some sports game on the TV. The receptionist chastised Sarah for sharing flowers that she was allergic to. All Sarah truly paid attention to was Lucas’s office.
He had only appeared a few times that day, each time when Sarah was too busy with other people to spare him an extra glance. The last time she saw him, he shut himself up in his office to take a marathon’s worth of phone calls.
Sarah waited until it was close to six, when the office was nearly empty and the cleaning crews were still not due for another couple of hours. She finally shut down her computer and cleaned up her workspace. The last thing she did before getting up was lock her purse in a small safe in the far corner of her desk. She didn’t need it where she was going.
It took exactly thirty seconds for Lucas to finally see her standing in his office doorway. By that time he was nearly finished with his phone call, but his turned chair prevented him from getting the full view of Sarah Clayborn taking up space in his office.
“…I have to go, Smith. Seriously. Send me an email and we’ll wrap it up in the morning.” Lucas turned off his phone and tossed it onto his desk.Was he waiting for me? I could almost believe it.That was if Sarah didn’t know how these rich businessmen operated – the hours were not for the faint of heart. “Sarah.”
Not a growl. Not a command. Not even a friendly greeting. Sarah kept her arms crossed, protecting her chest from his prying eyes.He’s seen them. My tits, that is.Grabbed them, sucked them, shoved his face between them… did he think about it often? As often as Sarah dreamed about him in her bed?
“Working late as well, Mr. Blackbourne?”
“If you didn’t come here to make some things up to me,” he picked up a remote and smashed his thumb against a big red button, “then I wish you hadn’t come to torture me at all.”
She entered, making sure the door was locked behind her. She briefly glanced at the security camera in the corner of the room, turned off with the aid of that remote.Sly.He probably didn’t know about the tiny cameras the Monroes kept in other corners of the room. Or maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t care, like she didn’t care.If he thinks I haven’t fucked in these offices before…Russell Monroe hadn’t cared where he bedded his favorite employee. Oftentimes they only had time to fool around at the office. The man didn’t like having her over to his place… a place he shared with his son, her boss.
By the time she reached his desk, she had pulled the bouquet card out of her pocket and prepared to drop it in his big, broad lap.
For a man who refused to make eye contact with her, Lucas sure was keen on taking that card and crumpling it in his hand. “What do you want from me?” he muttered.
Sarah leaned against his desk, arms still crossed. “I want you to understand that I am not your girlfriend. I am not your public arm candy. I am not, and never will be, your wife.”
Elbow leaning against the arm of his chair, Lucas blasted the full power of his gaze in her direction. The missing jacket was a nice touch. That white dress shirt and black and gray tie was liable to do unspeaking things to Sarah if she let them.
Ifshe let them.
Instead, she’d fuck with him a little longer. She also wore a white blouse beneath her jacket. She didn’t need the jacket anymore. Things were hot in there.
“What do I want? What I want most is something you can’t give me.”
“Then tell me what Icangive you.”
She bent down, hands gripping the arms of his chair. If she had her wig on, it would brush against his face, his chest, even his lap. But this wasn’t Angel looming over him. This was Sarah, a woman who hadn’t allowed herself to lust after, let alone pursue, a man in over a year.
“Guess what you can give me, Luke. Take a wild guess.”
“God,” he said with an exasperated chuckle, “you finally called me Luke.”
Sarah popped open the next two buttons on her blouse. A hint of a white bra poked through. Of course those blazing blue eyes went right to her cleavage. “Does that turn you on?”
“Everythingyou do turns me on, apparently.”
“Turns you on more than Angel did?”
“Who?”
“Don’t play with me like that.” Sarah straddled his lap, fingers tugging on his tie in a futile effort to get it off. When they failed – and Lucas tossed his tie over his shoulder – she pried apart the top of his dress shirt and indulged in the heavenly sensation of his chest. “You know who. The other me you fucked.”
