Page 1 of Addicted

CHAPTER 1

DENISE

Nothing stoked my rage more than a seven-a.m. meeting. This meeting, in particular, was garbage. Being stuck in a frigid conference room when the sun hadn’t even risen yet was bad enough, but we were talking about shit that wasn’t seven a.m. material.

“It’s the fourth quarter.”

“Let’s end the year strong.”

“Now is the time to start planning H1 and mapping out the QP for our newer investments.”

Blah, blah, blah.We already knew all this…

Ten of us Principals were seated around one of the bigger conference tables while Xavier, the Chief Operating Partner at Foxx Ventures, talkedatus. He was trying to build excitement, but, frankly, he was as exciting as soggy cardboard. I really needed him to wrap it up so I could go out and grab some caffeine and get started with my damn day.

This was my first Principal’s Quarterly, and it was a huge disappointment.

Part of me wondered if this was why there were rumors that Xavier and Lucian Foxx were on the outs. The man had no passion for the work. He had been here for over a decade, and he still acted like some weirdo banker stuck in 1987.

He could join us in this century by replacing that ill-fitting suit and learning our names instead of referring to everyone askid. Ick.

Xavier droned on and on, and I looked out at the floor. I was expecting a pack of interns, and I was eager to leave. I was also eager for something else.

It had been over two weeks since the party that changed my pussy forever.

I’d done a bad thing.

But I didn’t regret it.

I spent an entire night being devoured.

Being seen, touched, caressed, and fucked until I couldn’t breathe.

It had been glorious.

And, yes, it was short-sighted.

That didn’t stop me from wanting more.

The was man fucking addictive.

My colleague, Hugh—wait, do we call colleagues “colleagues” after they’ve made us see non-existent colorstied up and spread out like a sacrifice to some long-forgotten god of lust and passion?

Shit... Maybe?

Hugh had turned me inside out, upside down, and every inch of my body felt hot and craved his attention, even now.

The simmer between Hugh and I since that night was—fun. Between the long, knowing looks and the light grazes of his fingertips against mine as we walked by each other, it was something straight out of a Jane Austen novel.

It had me getting to work early and spending the first part of the morning in Hugh’s office, just talking, feeling the cord tethering us together growing tighter and tighter. Hell, I even went and got a birth control shot, just in case his dick ended up in my pussy again.

Okay, maybe I was addicted and getting antsy for more than coffee. But, since that was all I could have right now, I needed someone to either inject it into my veins or pour it over my head to cool me the fuck off.

“Alright, kids, get back at it,” Xavier said, clapping his hands in a way that he thought was motivating but just punctuated the team’s silent annoyance.

We got up and shuffled out back into the office where, thankfully, the heat actually worked. I smoothed my dress as I walked, glad I’d gone for leggings instead of my usual sheer tights this morning.

The olive-green sweater dress popped against my golden-brown skin. With its long sleeves and extra fabric that folded across both sides of my body, it exaggerated my hourglass waist while still clinging to my form. I complimented it with brown-nude leggings and black leather boots. Even with the leggings, I felt compelled to grab the edge of the dress and makes sure it stayed closer to my knees than the edge of my ass cheeks. The curse of titties and ass.

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