Page 750 of One More Kiss

Nicholas

A stackof papers is spread out on the large table in the boardroom, and I try to concentrate on the architect’s plan. I’ve never been so distracted before, and all because of the pretty brunette I can’t get out of my head.

What did I get myself into?

If this project wasn’t so important to me, I’d consider dropping it. But it’s not just any hospital we are building. No one knows this yet, mainly because it’s not anyone else’s business, but we are building this hospital in honor of my mother.

Everything needs to be perfect, and I can’t let my silly infatuation with this woman impede that. I need to forget about her and the elevator. It’s the only way.

I can’t… I won’t drop the project, and I can’t kick her off either. My brother picked her for a reason. She is good, the best we have, and she’s worked her ass off. Her firm, but great ass.

I remember vividly how her skin felt, her smell, and her taste. The way her breasts fit perfectly in my palm, and the feel of her pussy when she came all over my cock.

Damn it, this is going to be harder than I thought.

Maybe I can just get her moved, give her a raise or a bonus? I don’t know what she’d want and I have to tread lightly. If I mess with her, I could have a lawsuit on my hands. She doesn’t strike me as one of those women, but I can’t be too careful. There’s too much at stake for me not to worry.

My best bet is to forget about it. Act like nothing ever happened. Yes, that’s it. Nothing happened. Here’s to hoping that she does the same, and by the reaction I saw from her in the meeting, I don’t think that will be a problem.

The door behind me opens with a squeak, and two people walk in. Glancing over my shoulder, I find myself disappointed when I see it’s Mike walking in instead of Riley.

“Good Morning,” he greets cheerfully.

“Morning,” I answer flatly.

I have no time for pleasantries and I don’t want to give him the impression that we are friends or equals in any way. He’s an employee and I need to set boundaries early on. I never place favorites and won’t be accused of it.

John walks in next, getting straight to the point of asking me what I thought about his plans. He’s a smart guy. Everything worked out down to the smallest detail. What he did was good, but there’s always room for tweaks along the way.

“I like your second design the best. We’re going to move forward with it.”

“Great, I’ll start working on more detailed plans,” he tells me, clearly excited that I liked one of his designs. I didn’t know it could get more detailed, but I nod and go back to the papers in front of me.

The door opens again, and I know it’s her without looking. I’m not sure how I know it, but I just do. I can feel her approaching. The air shifts even in the large room. Her light floral scent invades my senses and I have to fight the urge to take in an audible breath to get more of it.

There is something wrong with me, there has to be. I’ve never been so struck by a woman before. It’s like she has a remote control linked straight to my thoughts. I’m a no-strings guy. Pick up a girl and leave the next day. No phone numbers and no attachments.

Strutting past me, she takes the same seat she took yesterday. Her hair is up in a bun again, her outfit is business casual, a knee-length skirt, and a button-up free-flowing blouse. Professional and modest. I shouldn’t find it sexy, but knowing the delectable pair of tits hiding beneath that blouse would make even the ugliest sweater look good, I do find it sexy. My cock hardens in my dress slacks, and I want to groan. Fuck me.

“Morning,” she mumbles as she sits down.

I try not to stare as she digs into her oversized purse and pulls out her work stuff. A notepad, a pencil, and a stack of interior design magazines find their way onto the table.

What the hell doesn’t she have in that bag?

Actually, I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know anything about her, because even without really knowing her, I’ve somehow found myself completely enamored with her every move.

Her eyes flash to mine for a split second and that’s all it takes to leave a zing in the air. Just like that, an imaginary tether forms between us. For a second her eyes widen and her lips part. It’s taking all of me to not jump up and drag her out of here.

She lowers her head and averts her eyes, picking some random spot on the table to stare at. I drag my own eyes away and check the time on my watch. Two minutes after eight. Our public relations manager is late.

“Let’s start,” I order, not the least bit interested in waiting on Naomi.

I go over the plan, telling them which designs I’ve picked and what I need everyone to work on next.

It’s almost twenty minutes later when the door opens again and Naomi walks in. I grit my teeth at her blase attitude, as if we’re here to wait for her. Not in my company.

“Good morning,” she chirps, walking calmly to her seat. Her high heels click on the floor with each step she takes. The sounds annoying and loud, interrupting my thought process.

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