I want to pull her over this desk, bend her over, and fuck the living daylights out of her to prove I can take charge. But, of course, I answer a million questions that have been thrown my way instead. When the firing line is almost over, I pick up my cell and type a quick text to her.
Me: You are so going to pay for that.
She picks up her cell, and thankfully, no one seems to notice as John begins to talk about profit margins. The corners of her lips rise, hiding the smile wanting to escape. She taps on the cell, then places it down and turns her attention to John, blatantly ignoring me. I give it a few moments, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
Morgan: All talk, no action.
This woman is driving me insane. I’m the one begging her to the bedroom, yet here she’s saying I don’t act quickly enough? That’s it. I’ve had enough.
Me: Keep sitting there with your pretty little smile. When I’m done with you, you’ll be speechless. And for the record, I do enjoy anal.
I wait patiently. She takes a sip from the glass of water sitting on the coaster in front of her. While opening her text, I watch on as she gulps, almost choking. Scarlett turns to face her, asking her if she’s okay. She nods, her nostrils flaring like a raging bull.
The voices in my head are laughing, celebrating with a victory party.
Checkmate.
I focus my attention on Haden and talk about the deal we had agreed on with a major book retailer who wants Scarlett to do in-store signings. I also mention the contract with the largest eBook provider in the world, which will showcase the book on their featured page. The advertisement itself is costing us a fortune, but the return will be far greater. Haden, myself, and John discussed this yesterday, agreeing that we need to invest the money to see a return.
“If your time is dedicated entirely to this project, then perhaps, the deadline is achievable,” Morgan implies.
“Ms. Bentley, I can assure you that Noah’s focus is only on Scarlett Winters. We have a great marketing team which he now manages. The team has taken on the smaller projects to free up his time,” Haden adds in my defense.
Great. That made me come off like a pussy. I want to add more to his point but decide to bite my tongue instead.
“I’m glad his focus is only on Miss Winters.” Her smile fades, her eyes bitterly staring back at me.
“I’m a firm believer in multitasking. And no task will be left undone, Ms. Bentley.”
The chatter between Scarlett and the editors continues on, and unwillingly, I zone out for a few moments, trying to understand why Morgan’s mood has suddenly shifted to bitch.
Scarlett tells everyone she needs to leave because of a red-carpet event tonight, which she has to start preparing for. It seems to create a buzz amongst the ladies in the office and Larry, for some reason.
With the meeting wrapping up, Morgan picks up her cell and taps away, ignoring Scarlett as she says her goodbyes. Moments later, my cell vibrates.
Morgan: Let’s see how focused you really are.
And following that text appears a picture. My cell almost tumbles out of my hands like hot coals. She’s wearing only a white tank in the picture with her legs spread wide open on the bed, and her hand is conveniently positioned right where her pussy is.
I just got selfie-porned.
Fuck me.
I’ve received pictures from women before, but never one that left me drooling like a St. Bernard staring at a bowl of dog food. I have to control myself. The entire room will notice if I stand up with a boner.
Think of something disgusting.
Naked men in the steam room.
Naked men in the steam room, giving each other backrubs.
Okay, that does it.
Stop, now, for the love of
God, thinking about naked men.
With everyone filing out of the meeting room, I stand up quickly, moving around the large meeting table until I’m by her side.