Page 29 of His Good Girl
“Oh?” he growls.
I shrug, trying not to wince at the dark expression adorning his too-handsome face.
With a sigh, he turns from his legal pad and clicks on the email, his eyes scanning the document quickly. Moving closer, I need to hear him say how well I’ve done. That I rocked this document like a star, and I’m his good girl. Anything. Even a ‘way to go, Champ,’ will suffice for now, in my desperate need for him to validate me.
He leans back in his chair and removes his glasses. “You don’t put your name at the bottom. Put Allison’s as your manager. You don’t want to be held liable for anything on this document.”
I knew that. She told me on Friday.
“Oops,” I murmur, trying to keep the satisfactory smile from my face. “I’ll just change that here.”
Leaning in close as I bend over the desk, I reach for his mouse to highlight the text and click delete, so I can quickly type Allison’s name in. I’m so close to him that I can hear him breathing. I want him to touch me. I want him to murmur words to me that will make me feel good.
Turning to face him before I straighten up, I’ve definitely got his attention now. His eyes are hooded, and the storm in them is a tempest of desire.
Until it’s gone with one blink.
“Perfect,” he mutters.
Expelling a soft pant, I straighten up, my lungs struggling to take my next breath. “Thank you.”
This time when he watches me leave, a thrill goes down my spine, and I sit back at my desk, floating on a cloud of praise from this man that I suddenly need to take my next breath.
“Perfect.”
Chapter18
Logan
It takes me a moment to gather my wits about me. Her braid has completely undone me. I want to wrap it around my hand and hold her in place while I fuck her mouth roughly until I shoot my load down her throat.
She played me like a pro, which surprises me, but two can play at that game. I knew she made that mistake on purpose to get closer to me. I’m older and wiser than she is, and she has absolutely no idea how much her close proximity affects me. The scent of that expensive perfume that she uses sparingly. Her curves are so delectable, I want to strip her naked and just look at her for a while before I do anything to her.
Turning back to the computer, I save the document in the wrong place and then delete the email, also removing it from the Bin.
With a slow smile, I lean forward and press the buzzer. “Serena, can you come in here for a moment?”
“Uhm, oh-okay,” she says.
She wasn’t expecting that, so it’s knocked her back a step.
Pushing open the door, she looks at me with those green eyes that have captivated me. She thinks she hides her demons, but she isn’t as skilled in that as she thinks.
“I’ve lost the document,” I state.
“What?” she asks, confused, but then shakes her head. “I’ll email it to you again.”
Before she turns, I stop her. “No, I saved it, but it’s gone, and so has the email. I need you to find it on here in case it went into the public folder.”
“Oh.” Her puzzled expression is a joy as she comes closer, bending down to click the mouse in all the obvious places. “If you saved it, it should have gone to Documents,” she murmurs.
Leaning back in my chair, my gaze scans over her ass, her hips, the curve of her back. It’s a pity I can’t see her cleavage from here. Her tits are magnificent. Seeing them all plumped up in that sexy bustier the other night was a treat and one I hope to unwrap soon. I’ve given up trying to stay away from her. I can’t. It’s impossible.
She will be my downfall, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to take one sip of her before Quentin comes for me personally to remove me from this earth, but it will be worth it just to have one night with her.
Admiring her face, noting the less-is-more aspect of her make-up, it drives it home how much younger she is than me. I’ve never been one to dip into the previous age bracket. It wasn’t my style, and I like a mature, experienced partner. Serena has changed all of that. With three encounters, she has changed how my brain works and what my body wants.
Both want her.
