“Then I guess there’s a first time for everything.” She threw my glares right back at me, narrowing her eyes as her chest heaved up and down.
“Aubrey—”
“Let me go before I scream, Mr. Hamilton. I wasn’t listening to a thing you just said so I highly suggest—”
I crashed my lips against hers, effectively making her shut the hell up. I kept my hands tightly clamped around her wrists, pressing her body against the door with my hips.
She murmured as I slipped my tongue into her mouth, as I bit her bottom lip as hard as I could. Without thinking, I let her hands go and gripped her waist—pulling her taut against me as my hand found its way underneath her skirt.
I slid my hand across the crotch of her panties, tapping my fingers against the lace, and then I slowly pushed them to the side and plunged a finger deep into her pu**y.
“Ahhh...” she moaned, making me bite her lip again, making me use two fingers instead of one.
She was wet—soaking wet, and as much as I wanted to f**k her senseless against my door and make her forget her name, I tore my mouth away from her.
“Get the hell out of my office.”
“What?” She asked breathlessly, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Go to your important rehearsal.”
“Mr. Ham—”
“Hurry up before I change my mind.” I reached around her and opened the door. “Go.”
She didn’t hesitate to walk past me, and as soon as she was gone I knew damn well this arrangement wasn’t going to work for too much longer. Either she was going to be reassigned or I was going to have to fire her, fast.
Hours later, when I was halfway through my work for the day, I noticed I’d received a new text from Alyssa. I rolled my eyes and changed her name to Aubrey before reading it.
“Where have you been for the past two weeks?” it said. “Are you okay? I’ve called and texted you and you haven’t said anything. I’m really concerned...If you get this, say something, anything. ”
I didn’t want to respond, but with the taste of her mouth still lingering on my lips, I gave in. “I’m fine. Just made a major discovery not too long ago and I’ve been trying to figure out how to deal with it.”
“Is it something serious?”
“VERY serious.”
“I’m sorry...Want to know something that will make you feel better?”
“I doubt anything you say can do that right now.”
“Want to bet?”
“Try me.”
“My boss just kissed the shit out of me. I think that’s why he’s so damn mean to me; he wants to f**k me...”
“I really don’t think your ‘boss’ wants to f**k you...”
“He definitely does. His c**k was rock hard when he was kissing me, and he was biting my lips and gripping me like he wanted to own me... I’ve never been so wet in my life...”
I hesitated. “How exactly is this supposed to make me feel better?”
“I was pretending he was you the whole time. I miss you.”
I immediately turned off my phone. I didn’t know what type of shit she was trying to pull, but I wasn’t falling for it.
“I was pretending it was you? I miss you?” Bullshit.
I wasn’t going to answer her calls or her messages for a long time. Sexy ass mouth or not.
Cross Examination (n.):
The interrogation of a witness called by one’s opponent.
Aubrey
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Mr. Hamilton kissed me the other day, the way he pulled me against his chest and f**ked my lips with his mouth.
Thoughts of him kissing me had been invading my mind all day, and even now, when I was setting down his latest cup of coffee, I was tempted to walk behind his desk and dare him to kiss me again. Ever since I’d become his intern, he’d been quite mean to me—reckless, but I thought it was a training technique, a way to see if I’d quit under pressure.
Until he kissed me that day.
There was something intangible in his kiss; unspoken words, a repressed desire. It made me think that the glances he often tossed my way, those looks of scorn that were laced with wanting, meant a little more.
I placed a plastic stirrer into his cup and cleared my throat. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Hamilton?”
No answer.
I stood my ground and waited for him to look up at me; I wanted to see his face.
The suit he was wearing today—a dark grey three piece with a silver silk tie, made him look even more devastatingly beautiful than he normally did.
“Is there a problem, Miss Everhart?” He clenched his fists above the desk, trying his best to act like my presence wasn’t bothering him. But it was, I could tell.
I knew he would look up at any moment, so I stepped back, making sure the light blue dress I wore specifically for him would be in full view, but he kept his gaze lowered.
“No, sir.”
“Then get out of my office. I’ll need your Brownstein report with my next cup of coffee. Four o’ clock.”
“You just gave me that report yesterday. You said I could take all the time I needed.”
“You must’ve misheard me. You can take all the time you need today. Things change instantly around here, and that’s the exact reason why some of us never leave early. Four o’ clock.”
I stood there completely speechless. There was no way I’d be able to read and summarize a three hundred paged report by the end of the day.