Executive Engagement

Normally I can’t wait to get into the office…but with Will in my bed, even I can admit that it was a struggle this morning.

But this job…I love this fucking job. For the first time in my life, I can really flex my steel and be myself. I kicked ass all the way up the corporate ladder, and I never once backed down. And now I’m here, the pace doesn’t slow down—fuck no.

It hits high gear.

For a couple of seconds, the phone is silent and the memory of Will sleeping comes up in my mind.

Waking up in his arms and breathing in that clean man scent first thing in the morning was divine. He sleeps deep, so untangling myself wasn’t difficult, and I found myself staring at him.

Awake, he’s a non-stop cock. Dick doesn’t even start to describe it, because his dick is at least worth two average dicks. Maybe more.

But sleeping…I don’t know. He looked kind of sweet.

Tousled hair and sweet dark eyelashes falling against his cheeks. Without those icy wolf eyes and quick shit-eating grin, I could almost think he was innocent.

I’m glad the phone rings again as I have a laugh at myself.

Fix your fucking perception, girl. See things as they really are, not how you want them to be.

Not long after 9 a.m., two dozen roses come waltzing in, all white and pink. The deliveryman gets all ‘wink, wink’ with me, but I laugh it off.

“It’s probably just a client.” I take the card to check after signing the board.

It’s from Mr. Paxton, a short note to let me know yesterday afternoon his profit margin tripled, and if I hadn’t convinced him to keep his account here, he would’ve missed out.

This makes me feel fierce, really puts the fire in my belly.

I work straight two hours without noticing the time and would keep going—if I hadn’t been interrupted by another delivery boy.

I stride up from the desk feeling a bit pissed now. I’m not a fucking princess in a tower waiting around to be rescued. I don’t have time for this shit.

These roses are all red, the darkest most intense red I’ve ever seen. I pick out the card, and my heart stops in my chest as I catch the words.

To show my appreciation—my wife fucking deserves it.

-Will

Everything seems to stop now, like there’s silence all around me. I look at all the roses starting to gather, and for a moment, I can’t think.

His wife.

I know he’s joking, but still…

I’m just too fucking lucky. The big office, the stupidly rich clients, kick ass apartment…and a field of fucking roses in my giant office.

I don’t think I’ve ever been satisfied this way before, and I’m honest enough with myself to know, the sex is a huge part of that.

Phew. I need coffee.

My mind is wandering all over the fucking place.

I walk swiftly out towards the coffee machine, dropping a note to the secretary to contact billing on behalf of the Paxton account. If he tripled his margins, we need to increase the fees.

The coffee room is blissfully empty, and I grab a muffin and a very strong coffee. I eat standing up, pacing a little.

I’ve been sitting for the last few hours, and maybe with a little food, caffeine, and blood flow, I’ll be able to stop thinking about how vulnerable Will looks when he’s asleep, with those wolf-like eyes covered by sweet dark lashes.

Stop it, Kat! Fuck!