Page 24 of Dirty Little Secrets
I’ll make sure she reaps exactly what she has sown.
I pick up my phone. “Javier, I think I found a new CFO.”
“Welcome to CJ Piers.”The receptionist smiles up at me. “How can I help you today?”
“I’m looking for someone.” Leaning against the desk, I lower my sunglasses to the tip of my nose and glance around the lobby. “A Miss Emery Jones.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
I snap my head toward her, reading her nameplate. “I don’t but I’m sure you can fit me in. Right,Halima?”
“Let me see.” She giggles, typing on her computer. “She seems to be booked for the day, Mr…?”
“Lush,” I smile knowingly. “I believe we talked on the phone earlier this week.”
“Oh.” Halima blinks. “Right.” She clears her throat. “Well, I can book you in for tomorrow, perhaps? She’s free between 10 a.m. and noon. Does that work for you?”
“Unfortunately, no.” I slip my sunglasses back on. I don’t need anyone to recognize me. “This is rather time-sensitive. I only need five minutes.” I give her a tiny, melting smirk. “I’m sure Miss Jones can spare five measly minutes, no?”
“Umm…” Halima frowns, rechecking Emery’s calendar. “Well, I guess she’s free right now but only for?—”
“Where can I find her office?”
“It’s room 1202. Just turn right down that hall and?—”
Halima doesn’t get a chance to finish giving directions before I turn around and disappear into the belly of the beast. My fingertips tingle with anticipation as I maneuver the halls toward Emery’s office. I can just picture her face when she sees me. The initial shock, the tiny burst of anger for defying her orders, the undeniable glow of excitement.
“Good afternoon, Miss Jones,” I coo. Emery gasps as I step into her office and close the door behind me. Grinning at her reaction, which is exactly what I envisioned, I draw the blinds shut. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Wha…” She clears her throat, eyes wide with confusion and thrill. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I would've called but…” I shrug, sinking down into the armchair in front of her desk. “You told me that wasn’t allowed.”
“You need to leave,” she whispers, leaning over the desk. “Right now.”
“Or else what?” I cock my head, picking up the rakefrom the Zen garden on her desk and combing the fine grains of white sand. “Are you going to call security on me?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “We both know that’s not an option, Miss Jones.”
“Is that so?” She picks up her phone.
“Yes,” I say, perking a brow as her finger hovers over the dials. “Because then you’d have to explain what I’m doing here. You’d have to explain how you know me, how we met, and why I’m sitting in your office with no appointment and a fake name.”
Her gaze hardens before she begrudgingly slams the phone back down on the dock. “What do you want from me, Mr. Cavanaugh?”
I smirk, “Other than you screaming my name?” Her face flushes and she swallows, crossing her legs under the desk. It’s adorable. She tries so hard to keep it bottled. I commend her effort, but in the end, it’s completely futile. “Don’t worry, Miss Jones. We’ll get there eventually.”
“Doubtful,” she breathes. “My self-control appears to be far superior to yours.”
My eyes darken. “If I had no self-control, Miss Jones, you’d be bent over this desk with my cock so deep inside of you that you’d taste my cum in your throat.”
Her mouth gapes open, no words spilling out.
“What’s wrong, Miss Jones?” A satisfied smirk clips my lips. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I—”
