After a minute of silence, Alexa finally got to the point she’d been calling to make. I kicked myself for taking the argument bait she’d set for me.
“If you feel that strongly about Beck coming back to New York, I suppose we could work something out.”
“What do you want, Alexa?”
“Well, Levi has a big race coming up next week, and I want to be here for it.”
For some reason I didn’t harbor the same anger toward Levi as I did Alexa. A part of me actually felt bad for the idiot. She’d blown the sucker off, referred to him as a grease monkey, if I remembered correctly, in favor of snagging herself a husband with a fatter bank account. But now that the grease monkey was a sponsored driver on the NASCAR circuit, he was suddenly good enough to speak to again.
“Is there a point to this story?”
“Well, it does get loud at the races, anyway. I suppose if you wanted to fly down here and take Beck back with you for the week, I could stay down here alone before coming back to New York. Although, I’m running a little short on cash right now, and I’d need some extra spending money to travel to see the race.”
I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but instead I said, “I’ll get tickets for me and Beck. I’ll text you the time my flight gets in, and you’ll bring him to the airport to meet me. You’re getting a thousand cash, and don’t call me for more.”
“Fine.”
After I hung up, I sat at my desk for another minute, trying to compose myself. That woman made me want to drink hard liquor before lunch. The extra minute or two helped just slightly, although whatever anger I’d managed to tamp down bubbled back to the surface when I returned to the conference room and found Alan still chatting with Emerie. She was laughing at something he’d just said.
“Finished so soon? Don’t you have any more calls you need to make? Emerie and I were just getting to know each other.”
“Maybe you should have spent the last fifteen minutes figuring out how your client is going to pay your bill when I leave her with nothing but her medical license.”
“Glad to see your call has improved your mood, Jagger.”
I grumbled something along the lines of stick it up your ass and went to sit back down.
“Drew?” Emerie said. “Before you get back to work, can I speak to you for a minute?”
I nodded and followed her into her office. She shut the door behind us. “Alan seems nice.”
“He’s a womanizer.” I actually had no idea if he was—it just came out.
Emerie smiled. “I can see why. He’s handsome, too.”
I glared at her. “You want to fuck Alan?”
“Would that make you angry?”
“Are you kidding me right now? Because I just hung up with my ex-wife, and I’m already in a piss-poor mood without you telling me you’re interested in the first guy who walked into the office after you got up out of my bed this morning.”
Emerie walked to her desk and leaned one hip against it. “Keep that feeling. We’ll put it to good use later.”
I was on her in two seconds flat. My fingers pressed into her hips as I sandwiched her between my body and her desk. “Cute. You want to angry fuck? I’m more than willing to accommodate right now.”
“Alan is waiting for you.”
“Alan can listen to you scream my name while I bury my cock inside you.”
The urge hit me like a brick wall, and suddenly my mouth was crushed to hers. I swallowed the sound of her gasp as one hand slid up from her hip and palmed her breast through her shirt. When her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, my other hand went to her neck so I could tilt her head to just the right angle and make her open wider for me. She smelled incredible, her skin pebbled beneath my fingers, and her hot mouth tasted so fucking good.
We were both panting when the kiss broke. Emerie looked a little stunned, and I felt a bit drugged.
“What’s your schedule this afternoon?”
She thought for a moment. “Last counseling is a video session from three to four. You?”
“Be in my office at 4:01.” Our kiss had smeared her lipstick. I used my thumb to wipe it from her face and then rubbed it into her bottom lip. “Put fresh lipstick on before you come. I want to fuck this mouth painted bright red.”
Emerie still seemed a little shell shocked as I straightened her clothes and then my own. Looking down, there wasn’t much I could do to hide the swell in my pants. Hopefully my opponent wouldn’t look in the vicinity of my dick when I returned. Then again…on second thought, hopefully he would.