Page 47 of Man Vs. Woman
Taylor
That little vixenis driving me fucking insane.
Seriously, this meeting with her is everything I’ve been thinking about ever since I left Colt’s apartment yesterday. Not a good thing when you’re running one of the most complex financial organizations in the word.
I just need to get her out of my head and ol’ Taylor will be back in no time. Because, shit, things can’t go on like this. Although my fucking libido has gone up and through the roof, I simply can’t stop thinking about her, you know? Which means that no matter the amount of pussy that throws itself at me, I’ve been going without sex for quite some time now.
Not a fucking situation I ever thought I’d be in.
“Mr. John?”
“In the flesh,” I tell the cute little secretary hiding behind a massive desk. Just like everything in this building, even the damn secretary seems to have a touch of elegant sassiness to her. For a lawyer, Ashley sure has an impressive office building. Not surprising—she’s exactly the kind of woman with a personality so strong that it starts shaping her surroundings.
Case in point: Every time I’m close to her, she shapes my cock into a fucking spear.
“Go right ahead.” Waving her hand toward the large double doors at the end of the hall, the secretary smiles at me. “She’s already expecting you.”
With a quick wink, I turn around and head toward Ashley’s office. I don’t bother with knocking—I just push both doors back and step inside, like a fucking king coming home from war.
Ashley’s sitting behind her desk, typing something on her laptop, and she raises her head as she watches me come in. Her desk is littered with tall stacks of documents, and cardboard boxes with even more documents seem to line the wall of her office. She’s a busy bee, for sure.
“You’re on time.”
“You sound surprised,” I reply, walking across her office. “I’m always on time. At least when I’m meeting someone interesting.”
“Is that a compliment, Taylor?”
“No, just the truth.” Grinning, I take one more step toward her. She’s trying to hide it, but I can already tell by her flushed cheeks that my presence here is doing something interesting to her body.
Hell, I can almost fucking smell the wetness.
“Smartass,” she laughs, going up to her feet and reaching for a stack of documents to her left. She places her hand on top of it, tapping it twice, and then looks up to me. “This is all I could find. I just took a cursory look at it, but it sounds promising...can you take a look at those documents and then get them to Colt and Serena?”
“Definitely,” I nod, even though I don’t take my eyes off her. I’ll take those documents to Colt and Serena…hopefully it gives them some leverage.
“Think they stand a chance?” she asks.
“Colt always gets what he wants,” I shrug. Then, I place my two hands on top of her desk and lean slightly toward her. “And so do I.”
“Is that a promise? Or just bravado?”
Her words are almost a whisper, her eyes slowly darting to my lips.
“I don’t joke around when true beauty is involved,” I tell her.
Her eyes light up.
“You like beautiful things?” she asks me.
“Doesn’t everyone?” I ask back.
“Some men don’t know how to handle it,” she throws back at me.
“You think I do?”
“I don’t know,” Ashley says. “We only had drinks that one time after I met you.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I ask her.
