She laughed. “Maybe I should badmouth you a little bit more in public,” she said. She laughed again as I playfully sunk my teeth into her neck. I just realized that I had never told her that I loved her before. I needed to change that. I held her close, looking at her.
“I love you, do you know that?”
“Do you?”
“No, no, the correct way you respond when someone tells you that is that you say it back. Let’s try that again.”
She giggled again. “Did I really not mention it during my entire speech earlier? Well, that was a complete oversight. I love you, Easton Schultz. I probably shouldn’t, you are absolutely nothing like my usual type, but I do. And maybe that’s a good thing.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Well, you really are bad at this romance thing. You weren’t lying.”
“And what? I’m supposed to believe you’re some sort of stud?”
“Yes, I am as a matter of fact, you’re just lucky that I decided to pick you out of the legions of women who are banging my door down to date me.” She was laughing again. I liked this. I liked it when the two of us were happy and at peace, sharing a moment with no stress.
“Okay, then let me try again. Easton, I love you. Whether it’s in a three-piece suit or in an awful ripped up T-shirt with ratty joggers.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. However, I think it’s important to say that I love you the most when you’re naked.” I laughed and kissed her. I felt the same way. That said, however, if I ever saw her in the ridiculous get-up she was in today, we were going to have a few problems. She had done it for me. I knew that wasn’t her, but I loved the fact that she was willing to do it.
Naked on the couch, with equally naked Missy, touching and kissing her led to the inevitable. I felt myself getting hard once again. I could do with another round; I would never say no to more sex with Missy.
“Oh my gosh, are you hard again?”
“Yes. Come on, let’s go.” I started to get up off the couch so I could get behind her.
“Oh my gosh, you’re insane. We are at your job, or did you not notice?”
Was it now that she had reservations about having sex in my office? That was hilarious. I had stopped caring that this was my office the minute that she had walked in. If she was scandalized by having sex in my office, she wasn’t scandalized enough, that was for sure, because she was still naked and she wasn’t pushing me away.
“Babe, I own the company. Who’s about to stop me? Besides you?” I asked. She gave me a cheeky little smile.
“I know I just started my current job, but it sounds like this is a pretty liberal work environment. Wouldn’t mind working here.”
“Having you around every day so we could do more of this sounds like my idea of heaven,” I said to her. I got behind her and braced my hands on her hips.
“You really have no shame, do you?” She said.
“I’m the boss, babe. You’re lucky, because I’m about to do things to you that would definitely get me fired if I wasn’t.” Missy’s beautiful ass was right in front of me. Our clothes were strewn on the ground and outside, my colleagues were working just another Tuesday afternoon. This was just the kind of meeting that I could get used to.
Epilogue: Artemis
Three Months Later
“Do you know something?”
“What’s that?” I asked Easy. We were in the kitchen of his loft. Because the entire space open, the dining room wasn’t really separate and distinct from the r
est of the house, but right off the kitchen, in a large space that used to be empty, now stood a ten-person dining table. After squabbling for weeks about getting it, I went ahead and ordered it without Easy’s permission. I mean, once it was there what was he supposed to do?
The answer was, of course, return it if he didn’t want it there, but Easton was a special sort of person. Despite having had a successful military career, and cofounding a business that had gotten to a billion-dollar valuation in under five years, he was actually quite lazy. That was the reason why he had gotten so incredibly sloppy with his clothing choices. There were certain things that he dedicated his mental power to, and other things that he completely disregarded. Whether or not he had a dining table in the house was one of those things he had completely disregarded.
“What the hell do I need it for? What’s gonna happen? Are you and I gonna sit here at this big ass table eating pizza?” he had asked. At the moment, seven out of the ten seats at the table were filled by our friends, having dinner.
“I’ve never had this many people at my house at the same time,” he said. Well, obviously that was the case. Where would he have sat them all? Not that long ago, he had had exactly one sofa to his name. The loft wasn’t extravagant, but it was not small either. He could have turned it into a comfortable entertaining space years ago, but of course, he hadn’t. It’d taken the introduction of myself into his life for him to do that. Again, lazy.
“Yeah, I know.” Our guests had just been seated. The caterers that we, well, that I had booked had just delivered the steaming hot packages of food. I loved to entertain, I just didn’t quite have a very high level of skill when it came to the kitchen. Who said that you had to be able to cook in order to feed people? The first course of the meal was already done; fresh, delicious caprese salads. Now, Easton and I were plating up thick, luxurious salmon steaks with polenta.