"You're right.” He reached up to touch her breasts, but she swatted him away.
"Oh no. No touching when you want to, mister. I'm only available to you when I want something. That's the way booty calls work. You’re my bitch." She grinned wickedly, the feeling of empowerment a little too much to her liking.
"I’d never use you for a booty call, Jamie." He slid his hands over her thighs, squeezing softly. "Though the way you look in these pants has me lamenting over my words last night."
"I'm using you, baby. Not the other way around." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips, groaning against them as his tongue pressed into her mouth. They could both stick to the illusion that she was in charge, but the truth came calling the minute he touched her. She melted into a needy puddle, and they were both aware of it.
He explored her mouth as his hands squeezed her butt in a massaging manner.
Jamie broke the kiss, breathless and sat up. "Enjoy your day."
"What? Where are you going? I thought we—you weren’t finished here."
"Sorry. I have other things to do. If I was your girlfriend, then I'd move stuff around, but you're just the 'meat,' remember?" She winked and climbed off him. "Don't forget to take the ball back to Mark. Tell him to call me later if he's hungry and we'll grab dinner."
"No the fuck you won't." Alex stood up as his expression darkened.
"See you tomorrow, boss." She turned and walked toward the house, running her hands over her hips and squeezing her own ass.
"That's not fair," he yelled behind her.
Oh but it was so incredibly fair, sweetie. She waved a hand at him without turning around.
Chapter 15
Monday came too quickly.
Mark went back home and had already texted to check on her. They didn't get a chance to see each other on Sunday afternoon, but she had a few errands that needed running, and Alex was right about them being friends, but not too close of friends. It would just cause the awkwardness between her an Alex to rear its ugly head again. If he was going to work through the situation with Annette, then she could clean up the extra little things around the edges of their relationship as best she could. Playing the sex card wasn’t exactly fair. He needed a clear his head to deal with Annette. She’d give him a few days and try to stay professional. That was the plan... for now.
Paul glanced up as she walked into the office an hour later. His completion was a little paler than she was used to seeing, but he was back.
"Hey you." She dropped her stuff in a chair beside her desk. "I was starting to worry that the zombies got you."
He turned and smiled. "Naw. Gotta have brains for that. I only play smart here. Outside of work... I'm no zombie bait. Let's just put it that way."
"I see. You feeling better or should I spray you down with disinfectant?"
"Please don't." He held up his hands in surrender. "I'm good. Just a chest infection, but I seem to have gotten over it with a few shots and loads of sleep. How’re you?"
"I'm great. I got outside several times this weekend, which always helps. It's so beautiful out right now."
"I couldn't agree more. Did we just start talking about the weather like two little old men?" He lifted an eyebrow and smirked.
"My fault." She laughed just before walking out to grab a cup of coffee.
Alex was in the kitchenette with his back to her, working on a cup for himself it would seem.
"Morning, boss." She grabbed a cup and admired the perfect swell of his derriere in his slacks. He was so far beyond sexy.
"Hi Jamie. I’ve some errands we need to run this morning. I'll have a car waiting for us in thirty minutes. Meet me at the elevator and move your appointments to after lunch." His tone was professional, but commanding. It sent tendrils of desire through the center of her.
"Of course." She finished making her coffee and walked by him, brushing her hip past his rear and ignoring the quick intake of breath from him.
"Tease," he whispered.
She did as he asked and moved all of her appointments to the afternoon, bid Paul goodbye and walked to the elevator a few minutes later. He glanced up from reading an investment portfolio.
"Where are we going?"
"Just a few stops around town to look at some buildings I'm considering buying." He held the elevator door open and let his eyes drag across her. "You look good."
"Good enough to eat?" She walked into the empty elevator, keeping her voice low, but ready to tease the hell out of him. He should definitely suffer like she was.
What had happened to her plan? Out the window, like everything else when Alex was around.