Fuck It (Yama Yama)

I nod, agreeing, perplexed by how they’re all ignoring the drama so easily.

Tommy curses and stands.

Anderson grabs his iPad. “If you’re not on my team, I’ll have to keep this,” he tells him when Tommy tries to reach for it.

Tommy grabs his other things instead and walks out, slamming the door behind him. Anderson’s eyes meet mine for the first time since the madness yesterday. Brief as it is, it still sends a shot of electricity down my spine and into my core.

It feels like he just had my back.

“Anyone else have any petty issues they need to work out about my relationship with Ms. Hunt?” Anderson asks the room, his gaze flicking over everyone.

“Or lack thereof?” I quip before I can stop myself.

Anderson’s lips tug into that smirk, but he doesn’t look my way.

“If you worked the angle of your dick, we would have had to deal with Jane. I’m confident in your ability to separate professional and personal or I wouldn’t be here,” Jessica says dismissively. “But I really do think the blue wording on the slogan is better than the red. And I think white would be the best for all the other frames.”

Anderson nods, darting another gaze to me.

“And you?” he asks, eyes expectant.

“I agree with all the changes suggested. Except for the party-popping cat.”

The room bursts out laughing, and I smile a little, settling into my seat. Weirdly, I think I just became a part of the team somehow.

We go over a few other small things that will have a big impact, and I note all the changes that need to be made. I was so anti-teamwork, but now I get why it’s so much better.

As soon as we’re finished, I gather all my things and head to my office, never glancing at Anderson. I’ve just gotten all my things put away when my office door opens without a knock—unsurprisingly.

I glance up to see Anderson lock the door, and my brow furrows as I move out from behind my desk, going to stand in front of it.

“Will Tommy go to HR about—”

Before I can get the words out, Anderson’s hands are in my hair, tugging my head back, and his lips are on mine, kissing me hard. It all happens so fast, that it’s one fluid, incredibly sexy motion.

My gasp opens my mouth to him, allowing his tongue to sneak in and steal the rest of my senses.

I’m too confused to react, so Anderson takes it upon himself to shove me onto my desk. My legs can’t spread because of my skirt, so he roughly shoves it up to my hips, still kissing me, and steps between my legs when he gains access.

I keep waiting for him to remember he doesn’t want to do this, but it’s hard to focus on anything but the way his hands drag me closer by my hips. When he grinds his erection against my underwear, I’m pretty sure I whimper. Or moan.

At least I don’t call him a naughty little boy or something.

Or slap him across the face and kiss him harder.

I’m not actively thinking about what I should do or say next like I usually would. My mind seems to blank at the feel of his body.

Someone knocks at my door, and my handle jiggles. That’s what seems to break the spell, and Anderson’s lips are torn away as he breathes heavily and rests his forehead against mine.

I’m breathing just as heavily, trying to remember a time when my entire body was drawn to someone else the way it is to him.

He’s like crack. In a sexy body. With awesomely perfect lips.

The second round of knocking has my legs tightening against Anderson’s waist, because he tries to step back.

“Yeah?” I answer as Anderson bends, kissing the side of my neck.

“HR needs to speak with Mr. Harper,” the annoying intern says.

I go rigid, while Anderson continues to kiss the side of my neck.

“I’ll be right there,” Anderson calls out, never moving his lips from my skin.

“HR?” I hiss. “He’s telling on us?”

“Mm? No,” he says, leaning back and eyeing the spot where my red lacy panties are in total view.

Why the constant lace? Because I read that you should always dress like you plan to have sex. This is the first time it’s paid off because of an unexpected encounter.

His thumbs move over the skin of my thighs, and he bites down on his bottom lip. It’s indescribably sexy, mostly because I’m fascinated with those incredible lips of his. Surely that’s obvious by now.

“Tommy is telling on us,” I argue, clutching his shirt and trying to snap out of the haze surrounding us.

He stares at my lips as his hand comes up and cups one side of my face. “Tommy has fucked someone in front of the cameras too many times to worry about him trying to stir up trouble. And he’s married to someone who would clean him out if she found out about it. HR is calling to find out the best placement for him because there’s no doubt your brother turned him down.”