This is War (Checkmate Duet 1)

“I can see we’re done here. Good luck with that. Looks like you’re going to need it.”

“You too,” I mumbled back, eyeing her tight little body, and she knows exactly what I was talking about–the way she reacts to me.

I reopen the laptop and start researching the parent companies and their past marketing efforts. If we want to stand out in the crowd, I can’t come up with some mediocre plan. I’m actually pissed that I didn’t pay more attention in class when it came to foreign trade and policies. While I wanted and wished for a project such as this, now it feels more like a burden instead of a blessing. But Viola may be my secret weapon.

After making detailed notes, I feel pretty good about what I’ve compiled so far. I stuff my laptop in its case, and catch a glimpse of the pink vibrator sitting on the couch, right where I left it. I pack my things and head down the hallway with it tight in my hand. The images that fill my mind are dirty, but fuck, I love them.

I tap the door with the head of it and wait. After a few seconds, Viola opens the door and I’m pointing the pink cock right in her face.

“Forget something?” I ask, with a smirk.

“Rules.” She glares. “Stop. Breaking. Them.” Her voice isn’t as confident as it usually is I notice, as she rips the vibrator from my hand.

Right now, I want to break her.

“Don’t you know, some rules are meant to be broken?” My voice is silky smooth and my eyes roam down her body. I give a little nod toward her nipples that are begging to be sucked and flicked and she slams the door in my face.

On the other side of the door she screams. “Can you be any more cliché?”

I can’t hold back the smile as I walk into my room and climb into bed.

I’m getting to her. Eventually she’ll crack. Eventually I’ll find her limit.

I close my eyes and it takes no time before I fall asleep and even less time before my alarm is buzzing.

I do my normal workout routine, drive home and stand in the living room brushing my teeth with nothing on but dress pants. The sun hasn’t even risen yet and I feel more energized than I have in a while, though an annoyed buzz swarms inside my body. I’m actually dreading going to work today. It’s the first time that’s happened since I started.

Before walking back into my room, I stop in front of Drew’s door. I stand there for almost a minute before I open it and peek in. Viola is sleeping like the dead with her body sideways across the bed. I almost feel bad for staring at her while she sleeps, but it seems the only time I can without listening to her bitch.

“Travis,” she says in a light whisper and for a moment I think I’m busted. But the glow of the lava lamp Drew refuses to get rid of, gives her away. She’s asleep, whispering my name. If I had my phone on me I’d record it for evidence later, but I don’t. Instead, I finish getting dressed and head out the door. Before I make it to work, Alyssa is already blowing up my phone. Is it still considered sexual harassment when it’s the CEO’s daughter?

Fucking hell.

Can we meet this morning? ;) I can’t wait to see you.

I miss you.

We make a great team.

Damn it. I know what that wink means. The meeting isn’t to discuss our project, but rather for me to be her project. I sit in the car and listen to the mean growl of the engine as I decide what to text her. I’m walking a thin line that is becoming blurrier with each step forward.

Yeah, what time? I have a meeting with Blake at 10. I let out a huff.

The earlier the better. I’m feeling the urge. If you know what I mean.

I don’t like this. Your office or mine?

Mine. And I’ll be on my knees waiting for you when you enter.

And now my suspicions have been confirmed. Alyssa wants me to put in, but I don’t want to put out. Now to figure out how to break the news to her without fucking myself and this project in the process.

My annoyance must have been written all over my face because the administrative assistant actually asked me what was wrong when I walked by her this morning. I wasn’t in my usual flirty mood and didn’t say good morning to anyone because I know exactly how the day is going to play out.

I walk into my office, closing the door behind me, and stare at a blank computer screen with a bright green sticky note from The Office of Blake James. He wants to meet now instead of later. Fucking wonderful.