Tempt The Boss (Tempt 1)

“What is your name?” I ask him.

“Bruce.” He folds his hands in front of himself. “I can’t wait to get started.”

“Can you tell Barbara I’m in, and that I would like to see her? Also, if a woman named Lauren calls, she always gets put through right away. No matter when she calls.”

“Right away.” He heads back to his desk and calls Barbara. She walks into my office five minutes later with a cup of coffee for me.

“Okay, what has your panties in a twist this morning?” She sets my coffee down and takes a seat in front of me.

I glare at her. “Nothing has me in a twist. I’m just wondering how long this has been in the works?”

“Since the second day, maybe, when she knew that you wouldn’t cave and she couldn’t fight her feelings for you anymore.”

I smile, thinking over the last month and all the shit we went through. “Is he the best they got?” I motion to Bruce.

“The best they’ve got is Lauren. He’s the second best,” she replies, getting up to leave. “Now, I have lots to do. You let me know if you need anything,” she says as she walks out.

Looking over my emails and schedule, I get lost in my work. There is a new space I’ve had my eye on that I’m itching to get into. Denis just sent me the plans. It looks like a lot of work, but it will be amazing if we can get everything done. My phone buzzes on my desk with a text from Noah and a picture.

I swipe across it, opening up his text.

My PA is better than yours!

Under the message is a picture of Lauren, with four guys around her desk as she smiles at the screen.

Fuck off! Is my only reply, but I go back and zoom in on the picture. She’s wearing a peach-colored sweater today.

Dude, she is the shit, these chumps are eating her up.

I squeeze my cell phone in my hands and call out to Bruce.

“Yes, sir?” He sticks his head in.

“I need you to send two dozen roses to Lauren at Noah’s law firm. The address is in my box.” I turn down to see another text came in.

All jokes aside, she just cleared my schedule in ten minutes.

I pick up my desk phone, calling Noah’s office, knowing she’ll answer, and when she does, I smile. “Hey there, beautiful. How’s your day?”

“Hey,” I hear her say, hoping she’s smiling, too. “It’s going well. I haven’t had to poison him yet. So, I call that a success.” She laughs.

“What time is lunch?” I ask her.

“I have to meet with HR at lunch today and tomorrow.”

“Really, what about dinner?”

“It’s Monday, which means gymnastics for Rachel and a soccer game for Gabe. Rain check?” she asks. “The kids are with Jake on Wednesday. How about I make dinner and we can eat in bed?” she whispers, and my cock springs to attention.

“That sounds like a plan. I’ll bring dessert.”

“Is that what you’re calling it now?” She giggles. “Okay, I’ve got to go. I just got called into the conference room.”

“Talk to you later,” I say and hang up. Why didn’t she ask if I wanted to go with her? For that matter, why didn’t I offer to meet her?

The rest of the day flies by, and by the time I finish my meeting with Denis, it’s almost six-thirty.

There is a text from Lauren and one from Noah.

I read Lauren’s first.

Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful ;)

She also sent a picture of her smelling the roses with a sly smile.

I smile at her face, missing her like crazy.

The next is from Noah.

Way to piss on her leg. We get it, she’s taken. Thank god, you didn’t send a barber shop quartet to serenade her.

I laugh at him and answer with the middle finger emoji.

Closing up my computer, I head down to my car, wondering what field they’re at and thinking about going to join them.

I call her cell phone, but there is no answer, so I go home, where I grab my stuff and go for a run.

I run for six miles, getting home soaking wet. Looking over at Noah’s house, I see the lights are all off, so I go straight home, where I shower.

I pick up my phone and see that Lauren hasn’t called me yet, so I call her back.

“Hey,” she answers out of breath, “sorry I missed your call before. We were at the park.”

I hear moving around on her end.

“Yeah, I know, I was going to meet you.” I slam the door of the fridge that is still fucking empty.

“Oh, really?” She sounds sad. “I didn’t know. I forgot about Rachel’s play date with Emma. So they met us at the park.”

I smile drinking my water. “Hot moms at the park,” I kid with her.