Page 18 of Stick to the Plan
Brianna has gradually relaxed in my presence over the last few weeks. I love watching the woman work - she is incredible. She has an easy relationship with the engineers. She cajoles them into getting her work done first, and once she smiles at them, they are only too happy to help her. Like I’m one to talk. What wouldn’t I do for one of Brianna’s smiles.?
If work isn’t to her standards, she is firm but fair and pushes until the team resolves any issue. When they go above and beyond to please her, there is always credit given to the team. And baked goods as a reward. Her warm nature with the team and obvious devotion to her dog softens the ever efficient Ms. Chance. My admiration of her has only grown.
Brianna handpicked the engineers on the project. She then broke up the assignments into smaller parts and is selective about what information she shares. Each employee has enough information for his piece, but not enough to work out the entire Project Blarney puzzle.
The woman is bloody brilliant.
Despite my best efforts, I like her more and more. I also can’t deny I’m extremely attracted to Brianna. The frequent pornographic dreams give it away.
I groan as a particularly vivid flashback of my last dream sets my cock swelling painfully against my zipper. Cool it, boyo. She’s unavailable, remember. Though her fella is an eejit, obviously. If Brianna was my girl, I wouldn’t be on a bloody extended trip while she has a strange man staying in her house.
Trying to shake off my unproductive thoughts, I turn back to the latest report for Dublin I am trying to finish. Before I even get three more words written, a knock at the door breaks my concentration.
The clock on my laptop screen only shows quarter after 11. Brianna’s meeting must have gotten out early. I call out for her to enter.
The door opens, but instead of Brianna, that blond assistant breezes into the room. My smile promptly fades - as does my erection.
Guess Ms. Reynolds is useful for something after all.
I’ve avoided the forward woman since that first day - to great effort. Sure, I pass her in the halls, but there have always been others around saving me from making excuses. I plan to keep avoiding the woman.
One of the directors recommended I let Ms. Reynolds show me around town for a ‘good time’. Evidently, the executive assistant takes it upon herself toassistanyone in a senior position, and some are quite grateful for her service. The whole notion disgusts me, but I’ve never had patience for office politics.
“Ms. Reynolds. How may I help you?” I school my features into a more professional smile, gritting my teeth.
“Oh Mr. McLeary, how sweet to think of little old me.”
Her lips hold an inviting smile as she sashays towards me with a drink in her hand. Instead of stopping at one of the chairs across my desk, she continues around the surface, perching on the edge by my elbow. As she sits, the hem of her skirt rises so her bare thigh is inches from my hand. She places the drink on my work surface and leans over until her cleavage is in danger of spilling into my face.
I maintain staunch eye contact. It’s not even difficult.
“I’m here to help you,” she practically coos.
Does she think that nasal voice is sexy? I much prefer Brianna’s lowertones.
“I know how hard you’ve been working, and thought you could use a treat.”
She turns towards the large cup, gesturing wildly and knocking the cold contents directly into my lap. I jump up as the ice hits my crotch. Guess I won’t have to be worrying about any more trouble down there today.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry! You should dab that before it stains.”
Rachel grabs a napkin and leans forward, arm outstretched as if she is going to do just that for me. Wanting the vixen nowhere near my bollocks, I quickly grab the offered napkins and move back again, using my office chair as a shield.
“N-no. That’s quite alright. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just clean myself up in the restroom.”
I gesture for Rachel to exit ahead of me, muttering a string of Gaelic curses under my breath as I dab at the frigid wet spot on my pants.
Chapter thirteen
Dirty Deeds
Rachel
“You should use the air dryers in the restroom. Again, I’m so sorry sir.” I step towards Stone’s office as Colin tears off for the restroom, still muttering under his breath.
As soon as the bathroom door closes behind him, I double back to Colin’s office and shut the door to avoid attention. I zero in on the laptop that’s still open on the desk.
Colin forgot to lock his PC. My lips twist into a satisfied smile. Exactly what I hoped would happen in the excitement.
