Page 36 of Mailroom Delight
Chapter 9
Jason
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My plan backfired on me. Big time.
Backfired in a massive way I couldn’t quite describe.
I laughed at myself now when I thought back to how I believed I could trap Paige in her own eagerness to challenge me.
I used my tactics to get her to kiss me.
I wanted a simple kiss, but never realized one kiss would open the door to this crazy mingle of emotion that pushed me over the edge and made me lose control.
That first kiss consumed me. It took hold of me and possessed me.
Me,the guy who’d been happy with his bachelor lifestyle with any woman I wanted on my arm.
That damn kiss opened my eyes and made me see I didn’t just wantanywoman on my arm.
I wanted the one I had to work and wait for.
Paige.
No one would believe we’d known each other for such little time. But I didn’t think about length of time for things like that. I went with emotion.
I went with how I felt.
I wanted to take her home and devour her forever. I’d never met anyone I’d felt so strongly about.
The next few days were agonizing.
My dad asked me to go on a business trip with him to Florida to look at real estate. When he first asked I was up for going and spending time with him, but after my last encounter with Paige I regretted agreeing to go.
I kept telling myself it was fine since Paige said she needed time, and if I was back at the office and did manage to coerce her to going home with me I would have felt bad for forcing her.
Something had happened to her.
It must have for her to say she wasn’t ready. I knew I could easily find out what it was from the touch of a button, but I didn’t dig into people’s personal lives.
When I researched a person I worked with, it was purely for work purposes.
I looked at what they’d done in the past and that helped me to plan the way I worked with them.
Getting personal by looking past what was in employee files felt completely wrong.
It was however, the first time I’d ever been tempted to do it. I didn’t give in though.
For the time that I was in Florida I distracted myself with the memory of my hands all over Paige’s breasts, and the soft flesh in my mouth. I recalled her soft moans of pleasure and need.
By the time I got back to San Francisco I could barely control myself. The two weeks couldn’t have come quick enough.
The fundraiser was being held in the function room on the fifth floor ofPortrait.
When I walked in I went in looking for her and might have seemed rude to those who tried to engage in conversation with me. The only person I wanted to talk to was her, so everyone else would have to excuse my non-ability to offer more than a mere hello.
Right now, I didn’t care.
