Switch (Landry Family 3)

He fucked me on his desk. I’ve seen him naked. He’s felt me in ways only three men in my life have.

I don’t feel ashamed or guilty. Eric would call this “whore-ish” behavior, but it doesn’t feel that way at all. It’s fun. Liberating. It makes me feel wanted and I like it. A lot.

I just need to keep that in check.

Leaving the bathroom, I try not to trip over the cord to my curling iron.

Ten minutes later, I’m in my car and on my way to Landry Holdings to see what will happen. I’ll just read his cues and go from there.

“You’re not late.”

I jump at his voice, although I knew he was watching me. His door was open when I arrived and I pretended not to notice.

When I look at him, leaned against the doorframe, every bit of willpower is out the window right along with any lockdown I may have thought I had on my libido.

Fitted black suit pants and jacket with a light blue shirt and straight black tie make him look like the CEO he is while teasing me with what I now know is beneath. The sexiest thing he’s wearing, though, is a smug look on his handsome face. Monday morning has never looked so good.

“Good morning to you too,” I say, rolling my eyes like I’m not affected by him. “Glad you noticed my punctuality.”

“And here I was hoping you’d be late and you disappoint.”

My belly clenches. “I can’t work over tonight. I’ll aim for disappointment tomorrow.”

“Why is that?”

“I have places to be.”

He strolls predatorily to the front of my desk and plants his hands in front of me. Leaning in, his eyes picking up the blues in his shirt, he narrows them. “And why is that?”

“I

have plans.” I enunciate every syllable, letting my lips fall in a pout. He notices. The wheels turning in his head, he thinks for a long moment before responding.

“And what may those be?” he asks.

“Do you really want to know?”

“You’re damn right I do.”

I lean in so close I can feel the heat of his breath on my face. “I teach yoga tonight, Mr. Landry. Is that all right with you?”

“Is this a co-ed class by any chance?”

“Why? You wanna come?”

His chest rumbles, his gaze turning wicked. “Oh, baby, do I ever.”

“I—”

A sound booms behind Graham, interrupting me. Graham shoves off my desk and I look around him to see Ford walking in.

“Did I interrupt something?” he grins.

“Just letting Mallory know you and Dad are coming in this morning to go over the final security plans. She’s making sure my morning is open until lunchtime.” He glances at me and I nod. “What time is Dad coming?”

“He should be here any minute.” Ford stands alongside his brother and smiles knowingly at me. “How are you?”

“Good.” I return his smile and keep it as un-noteworthy as possible. As much like my thighs aren’t burning to be separated by his brother as I can manage. “How are you this morning?”