And I didn’t do that kind of shit. Ever.
I ignored her question because it was true. I did fuck up all the files and messed with them purposely to give her some work to do. I strode in her direction with an easy smirk on my face.
“I’ve been thinking about eating that pussy of yours again since the moment I left your fine little ass last night. What do you think, am I going to have my dessert today?”
She offered me a polite smile, and when I reached her space, she shoved one of the green folders into my chest and grunted something inaudible. She looked like she was interested in my cock about as much as I was interested in having an Evian water bottle shoved into my asshole.
“Yeah, about that. I’m sorry. Lapse of judgment on my part. I was a little tipsy and a lot horny, and it just happened. You’re my boss. It won’t happen again.”
“What’s this bullshit, Jade? This is not a law firm. It’s a fucking seedy club in the middle of Williamsburg. Fucking the boss is not frowned upon. It’s almost a requirement.”
She didn’t laugh, just stared me in the eye intently and folded her arms over her chest, adding, “And I want my job as a waitress back. I need the money, fast to get back to college. I’m counting on those tips.”
“You want to get demoted?” I chuckled, getting in her face. We were close now. So close I could smell the faint scent of cinnamon and coconut body cream. It wasn’t the only cream that was about to grace that fine little body if it was up to me.
She tilted her chin up and looked me in the eye, defiant. “I need the tips, Cole. I want to go to an out-of-state college.”
“What the fuck is wrong with New York colleges? Not good enough for you?” I asked. But what did I know about college? I once took part in a massive orgy on a Pennsylvania campus, but that was about the extent of my knowledge about the subject.
“I wanna leave New York.”
“Then move back to Jersey,” I suggested impatiently.
“I want to move far. To the West Coast.”
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Her resistance to fuck me was fading with every inch I ate between my mouth and hers, and I knew it. I hovered over her, boxing her body between the wall and the filing cabinet. Her breaths were shallow and short as she stared at my lips and licked hers. “I can’t,” she repeated. “Please don’t seduce me again, Cole. You’re bad for me.”
Naturally, I disregarded her assessment. I wasn’t bad for her. I was really good for her. Not just because I was able to make her feel like she was the motherfucking queen of this country with my tongue alone, but also because I had a feeling Jade was a little fucked up from something that happened to her between the time we’d met for dinner at the Savages’ all those years ago and the time I saw her again when I fought The Killer.
Even though I was a world-class asshole, I was also a pretty decent guy to women. I didn’t tell them I’d call if I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t mind them spending the night at my place after we fucked. Especially when pillow talk wasn’t involved.
Jade thought I’d ruin her, but I knew I could possibly change her mind about men. And excuse me, but that was just my duty as a human being to do so. I turned around from her and walked to my executive chair, where I planted my ass and patted my thigh.
“On my lap, Butterfly,” I ordered, opening one of the drawers of my desk, taking out a piece of gum and shoving it into my mouth. She stared at me from across the room, licking her lips and looking like she wanted to ride me so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
“No.”
“I don’t remember asking. On my fucking lap, Sweets.”
“That’s sexual harassment,” she protested.
“Is it?” I raised my eyebrows, chortling. “Swear on your mother’s life that you’re not completely fucking wet right now.”
“That’s easy,” she snorted. “I swear on her life.”
“You hate your mom, don’t you?”
She nodded. “She shut me out when she found out I was…” she trailed off.
“That you were what?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“To me, it does.”