Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

She was frowning. “There’s a woman here to see you but she doesn’t have an appointment. She’s very… boisterous.”

I glanced at the clock on my computer. “Is her name Leah Romano? We have plans at eleven so you can send her in.”

Cece hesitated. “Who is she?” she asked curiously.

Time to put the plan into play. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Cece was a cool, polished blonde who never showed much emotion but now her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “Your girlfriend? Her?”

That made me frown. “What do you mean, her? That sounded rude as hell.” I stood up and reached for my suit jacket. “We’re going shopping and probably to lunch so I won’t be back until this afternoon.”

I had no clue what Cece meant by Leah being boisterous. What the hell did that even mean? Was she doing a high-kick in the reception area? And what could be objectionable about Leah? We had actually talked again the night before for over an hour on FaceTime while we both were in bed. After a long day and meeting clients out for drinks, I had wanted to talk to her and I had texted her. She’d answered right away, and when I had called her, our conversation had been easy and flirtatious. Leah was cute and playful and genuinely curious about me and my life. Yes, she was farming for info to sell it at the party with my parents, but at the same time, I thought it was more than that. She was just a curious person and seemed interested in getting to know me.

As for her, I found myself wanting to draw our conversations out longer. I had woken up thinking about her and wanting to see her today.

Cece murmured an apology and left. A few seconds later Leah came into my office with Cece right behind her. Not ponytail-and-poodle skirt Leah. Not mermaid Leah. Not even lying-in-her-bed Leah.

This was sexy Leah. I was shocked to see her in full makeup with smoky eyes and false lashes. I’d only seen her hair down in bed and this wasn’t the same at all. This was loose, but fully controlled waves tumbling down over her shoulders. Between the hair was ample cleavage, boosted up and together by the magic of her wonder bra. She was wearing the tightest jeans I’d ever seen in my entire lifetime, showing off every delicious curve, and I suspected if she didn’t still have an ankle injury, she’d be wearing fuck-me heels.

I’d told her to be herself today. Apparently, the true Leah was a bombshell. Not the fresh-faced, ponytail-and-bobby socks Leah I had been trying to resist for six months. Instantly I wanted nothing more than to take her and spread her out on my desk and do dirty, delicious things to her.

Then she said, “Hi, Grant!” in what she had told me months earlier was her Goldie Hawn imitation and I laughed.

She looked like sin, but she was still silly.

“Hi, Leah.” I went straight to her and cupped her cheeks.

Her eyes widened.

“It’s good to see you,” I said. “Really good to see you.” Then I gave her a lingering kiss.

“Ooh,” she said when I broke away. “That’s a nice hello.”

“So you met Cece, my very tolerant assistant?” I murmured. “Not the care package sender, by the way. Different assistant.”

Leah looked amused. She turned and gave Cece a brilliant smile. “Yes, we had the pleasure of meeting.”

My administrative assistant was the most rattled I had ever seen her. She looked flabbergasted, which wasn’t surprising. I had never brought a woman to my office for personal reasons.

“We’re going to grab Leah some things for my parents’ anniversary party next weekend. Can you call Chanel and tell them I’m on my way and we’d like some privacy? We should be there in twenty minutes. Then around one, make us an appointment at Valentino for a cocktail dress. After that, Prada for some casual things. Oh, and have Louis Vuitton send a full set of luggage to my apartment for her.”

Cece gave me what could only be categorized as a dirty look but she nodded. “Of course.”

Given the way Leah was dressed, she liked to be sexy but I thought Chanel was a safer bet for the whole meet-the-parents deal. She could have some fun at Prada then to make up for having to be more conservative than I had a feeling she would like to be. I put my hand on her elbow and guided her to the door. “Let’s go.”

Leah blatantly looked all around her at my office reception area as we went to the elevator. Once we were inside, she said, “I thought we were getting a dress for the party. Not a whole wardrobe.”

“You’re getting a whole wardrobe.” I pushed her up against the elevator wall. “But I don’t care about that right now. I’m mesmerized by your hot little outfit.”

Leah gripped the lapels of my jacket. “You’re crowding me, Mr. Caldwell.”

“Mr. Caldwell is my grandfather. Call me Sexy Beast.”

She laughed. “I don’t know how you just said that with a straight face. I’m very impressed.” She went on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against my ear. “Sexy. Beast.”

I felt the force of her words right down to my cock. She was mocking me and I was turned on. Women didn’t tease me. Women coaxed me and complimented me and got pouty with me. I’d had women stomp their feet and storm out but I never had women talk to me the way Leah did. It was a completely new experience that I was enjoying.

I was hauling her leg up against my thigh so I could get closer to her when the elevator dinged