JULIET
Bastard.
That’s what I’m thinking, the following day, as I sit at my desk, fumbling my way through a boring sales presentation.
Last night was absolutely ridiculous. I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about him, his warm breath on my clit, his tongue teasing its way between my folds. Then, when I did fall asleep, I dreamed of him, on top of me, staring at me with that wicked little smirk, but never quite giving me what I wanted, even as I begged for it.
I don’t know how I managed to make it to work today, or to keep it together like nothing happened. But every time Caleb walks past me, he gives me that same satisfied smirk.
The one that says, ‘I know how you taste’.
He’s driving me crazy, and he knows it.
He knows I won’t do anything about it. He’ll torture me and torture me and I will sit there like a good girl and take it until I reach my breaking point.
Bastard.
But what can I do?
Oh, I have plenty of ideas. Now. Especially since courtesy of Caleb Sterling, I’ve been thinking about sex, twenty-four-seven. Not that I’d ever put them into action. Because I’m on assignment here.
A task I’m finding it way too easy to forget.
Victoria appears. “How was the meeting the other day?”
I can’t even remember what meeting she’s talking about. “Oh, it was… Fine.”
“Well, you must’ve done a bang-up job of taking notes. He wants you to take notes for the anniversary planning committee meeting.” She’s frowning.
“Oh.” My pulse skitters. “When is—”
“It’s now! Come on.”
I grab my pad and pen and hurry to the conference room. Caleb is there already, he has his shirtsleeves rolled up, looking illegally delicious considering he had just as little sleep as me. He’s talking to David from marketing, a friendly guy about my age with sandy blond hair.
Caleb shoots me a hungry look as we join the meeting, and other people arrive. I look away, trying to hide the fact he’s been on my mind all night.
I find myself staring at the window.
The window just like the one I stood by last night, as he licked me to heaven and back.
“Juliet.” Victoria’s hiss pulls me back to the present. I quickly pull out my laptop and start to take notes.
“So, where are we?” Caleb begins, looking around the room.
The meeting is all about the upcoming anniversary events. For the seventy-fifth anniversary, there’ll be a whole month of promotion, showcasing Sterling Cross’s history, and culminating in a huge black-tie gala. The different departments all weigh in, updating Caleb on their plans and schedule, and I try to stay focused and keep up with the breakneck pace.
Publicity is talking about celebrity partnerships when I feel a buzz in my pocket. A text.
I surreptitiously check my phone.
“I have your panties.”
It’s Caleb. I feel a thrill. I look up and catch his eye across the table. He’s nodding along to the discussion, but the look in his eyes is pure seduction.
Dammit.
My phone buzzes again.