The Yeah, Baby Series

I sighed, I didn’t need to bring down the wrath of Margaret on my head, so I just moved everything and tried to get ready for my appointment. “Thank you,” I grated, holding back my temper. The point was that she was trying, right? She handed me the file and spun around, scurrying from the office.

Flipping it open, I scanned the CV of C. Lewis. I’d recently picked up a handful of high-security clients, and it required hiring more bodyguards so we wouldn’t be short-staffed. This guy had been recommended by a friend from the agency who Weston had introduced me to. Evie Shaw was one of the most badass women I knew and if she had a hand in training this guy, I wanted him.

There was a whole shitload of “classified” typed on the papers when it came to work experience. My security clearance was higher than most people knew. Even Weston, who was currently CIA, didn’t know just how deep I was in with the agency. I’d been secret service when I first started out and had risen through the ranks at lightning speed. I realized quickly that I would be happier answering to myself, but I’d made the right contacts. They came to me for help on certain cases and returned the favor when needed.

Digging into his missions was as simple as picking up the phone, and they’d sent the un-redacted file over, but it wasn’t really necessary. All I’d needed to consider the guy was the recommendation of someone in the agency that I trusted implicitly. This interview was more of a formality than anything as I fully intended to hire the guy.

“Mr. Gray.” Jessa’s high-pitched voice pierced the silence in the room through the intercom. “You have a visitor.”

“You mean my appointment?” I asked after pressing the little button on the box.

“Um, I think—maybe? I—let me double check—”

Fucking hell. “Just send them in, Jessa.”

My door opened and in walked the star of all my daydreams. “Calista,” I greeted with surprise, jumping to my feet and rounding the desk. I could feel the grin splitting my face, insanely happy that she hadn’t been able to stay away from me. Her mouth formed a cute O, like she was shocked about something. Had she expected me to be upset that she’d showed up at my office. Clearly, I needed to prove that wasn’t the case. Before she could say anything, I slammed my door shut and pushed her up against it, my mouth crashing down on her.

By the way my heart was racing and my blood pumping, you’d think I hadn’t kissed her in years instead of hours. She tasted so fucking good, like peppermint and something that was all her own. My tongue danced with hers, and my hips involuntarily rolled into her when she moaned. Before I fucked her against the door to my office, I tore my mouth from hers and buried my face in her neck. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted, and I fought the instinct to feel the beat of her heart by palming her tits.

“Baby, I didn’t expect to see you today. I’m so fucking glad you’re here, but I have an appointment any minute. Can you come back in about an hour? I’ll have you for lunch.” No, that was not a slip of the tongue.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she mumbled. I pulled back and inspected her beautiful face, trying to decipher what had changed between leaving her in the morning and right that moment.

“Did something happen with your interview?” If it hadn’t gone well, I was going to do everything in my power to get her to come work for me. Jessa could help out one of my managers and Calista could help me. My only requirement would be that she bring me my lunch every day and spread it across my desk. The picture of eating her pussy while she was sprawled there in front of me almost broke my control. But, I was a fucking professional, and I needed to handle the interview first.

“I haven’t had the appointment yet.” Her eyes darted around the office, looking at everything but me. My eyes narrowed, and I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“Calista, what’s going on?”

“My interview is at Gray Security, Xander.” Her dark eyes were studying me closely.

Then everything clicked, and I let go of her to run my hands through my hair. “You’re C. Lewis?” She nodded. “Holy fuck,” I whispered, her file running through my photographic memory. I felt ten years of my life immediately fall away. Right then and there I vowed, never again would she be in that much fucking danger. I didn’t care how capable she was. I was going to hire her and keep her close so I could protect her.

Besides, once we got married and had kids, she’d have to quit this line of work anyway.

That thought brought me up short. That was fucking fast. I mentally shrugged; that didn’t make it untrue. Then I remembered. We might just be well on our way there since we hadn’t used a condom the night before.

“I guess I’ll be moving back to D.C.,” she sighed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I growled.

“I can’t stay here without a job, Xander. Evie offered me a position—”

“Hell to the motherfucking no, baby. You are not going anywhere. You have a job; I’m hiring you. I’d been intending to offer you the job before I knew it was you.”

She scoffed, “I can’t work for you, Xander.”

“Why the fuck not?” I was seriously considering bending her over my knee and spanking her ass until it was cherry red.

“It’s one thing to joke around about me calling you boss in bed, but it’s another thing entirely for you to be my actual boss. We slept together, and the attraction between us is still there. It would make it incredibly difficult for us to work together. The barn door is already open so to speak, and leaving it as a one-night stand won’t close it.”

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. And this day had started out so well…

3

Calista

I had a reputation for being unflappable in the field. Nothing ever threw me for a loop. But when I walked through the door to the office and found Xander on the other side of it, I was stunned. In an instant, I went from excited anticipation for the position I was about to take, to crushing disappointment. There was no way in hell I could work for Xander after the night we’d spent together. There went the job that would allow me to stay in Atlanta and see what could build between us. And judging from the look on his gorgeous face, I was going to have a hell of a time convincing Xander how obvious it was that I couldn’t take the job.

“I don’t mix business and pleasure.”

“Don’t,” he growled, his dark eyes popping open and meeting mine with a burning intensity that had me taking a step backwards.

I didn’t have anywhere to go, though, since the closed door was right behind me. “Xander,” I whispered, my sadness over the situation in which we found ourselves filling my voice.

“No,” he barked. “I’m not going to stand here and listen to you boil us down to less than what we really are.”

Even though my heart raced at the way his voice got raspy, I couldn’t let it sway me. “It was one night—” I started, but he didn’t let me finish my thought.