by Kira Blakely
“I think you’re misunderstanding something, Sarah. I’m not here to try to sleep with your boss or steal a kiss or any of that. I’m here to speak to him about something very important.”
“Sorry, but it doesn’t matter what the reason is. I just can’t let you go up.”
God, I feel like strangling her. “Now, listen to me, Sarah. I–”
“Sam?”
I turn my head at the familiar voice then sigh in relief. “Abby.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see Nathan. There’s something important I absolutely need to talk to him about. But Sarah here just won’t give me a guest pass.”
Sarah looks at Abby. “Mr. Landers’ orders are–”
“I know what Mr. Landers’ orders are,” I cut her off. “And would you mind? Abby and I are talking.” I turn to Abby. “Can you help me? Please?”
“Well, as it so happens, Mr. Landers’ 5:00 meeting just got cancelled. That’s why he’s sending me home early.” Abby sneezes. “And because he probably noticed I’m coming down with a cold.”
“Bless you,” I tell her. “You poor thing. Then you don’t suppose you could…?”
“I’ll accompany you upstairs,” Abby says.
I almost jump up and down.
Instead, I hug her. “Oh, Abby, thank you. Thank you so much.”
She gives another sneeze. “Come on. While I can still stand.”
I follow Abby to one of the elevators, taking deep breaths until it reaches the seventeenth floor. At least, the elevator isn’t closed completely – one side is built of glass and looking outside the building, so I’m not as scared as I usually am.
Once the doors open at the top floor, Abby steps out, and I follow her all the way down the hall. At the end, there are sliding doors that lead to a large room, comfortable couches and chairs and overflowing magazine racks on either side. There’s a water dispenser as well, along with a coffee dispenser and two decanters filled with bronze liquid. My guess? Whiskey.
A waiting room. Judging from the drinks and the magazines, most of the people who wait here wait a long time.
And some of them probably need something strong before facing Nathan.
That makes me a little scared, but I hold my chin and shoulders high.
I’m already here. I’m not leaving until I speak to Nathan.
There’s another set of double doors – wooden this time. Abby knocks on one of them. Four quick raps.
I hear a beep, and the light on the door just below the knob turns green. Abby pushes it.
“Abby?” I hear Nathan’s puzzled voice from inside.
At the sound of that familiar voice, my heart skips a beat. And I scold it.
He broke you, remember? Now, get a grip.
“There’s someone here to see you,” she says, holding the door open and gesturing for me to come in.
I take a deep breath and go past the doors.
“Who–?” Nathan stops talking as he sees me, his eyes wide. “Sam?”
“I’ll be leaving now,” Abby says, closing the door.
Nathan stands up. “Sam, I–”
“Just sit down,” I tell him, stepping forward. “And stay there. I’m not here to kiss and make up or anything. I’m just here to talk.”
“You mean get mad at me.” He sits down and leans back, running his hand through his hair before tucking it under his square chin.
Such a small gesture, and yet it manages to distract me.
Damn. Why did Nathan Landers have to be so hot?
“Go ahead. If I recall, you’re most attractive when you’re out of control. I mean, when your temper is out of control.”
That was no slip of the tongue. That was deliberate.
He’s trying to seduce me.
Thankfully, I’m not the frightened little squirrel I was before. This time, I’m an experienced, more confident…
Wild cat.
“I…”
“While you’re at it, you might want to explain why you returned my flowers and gifts but not my calls.”
So I’m the bad guy now?
“What? You haven’t figured it out?”
“Does it have something to do with the envelope you found in my office?”
He knows?
“Or more precisely, the pictures and the book inside?”
He does know.
“I can explain.”
There’s an explanation?
I shake my head.
Focus, Sam.
“I’d rather you explain something else,” I tell him. “Why did you tell Henry to assign me to Seeker?”
“Henry? Oh, you mean Henry Archibald.”
I narrow my eyes. “You know exactly who I mean.”
“So he assigned you to the Seeker? I’m glad he lived up to his end of the bargain.”
“Bargain? What bargain?”
He doesn’t answer. Something to do with business, I suppose.
It doesn’t matter.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’re welcome.”
Ugh, he is so infuriating.
“I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to clean up my mess.”
“You mean the mess you made with Casey Rockford? She’s still pissed, you know, but don’t worry. She won’t bother you anymore.”
I don’t even want to know what he did about Casey.
“Like I said, I don’t need your help. I can take care of myself. And I sure as hell can get my dream job on my own.”
“Really?” He leans forward, elbows on his desk. “It’s a competitive world out there. If you ask me, it’s wise to accept favors. Climb the ladder however you can.”
“I’m not like you. I prefer to climb the ladder with my own hands and feet.”
“Sometimes, you have to sacrifice your pride in order to succeed.”
“Say those who do not have enough pride.”
“Why?” He stands up. “Why is it that you refuse to take anything more from me?”
“You mean more bullshit?”
“Ouch.” He winces as he goes around his desk towards me. “Is that all I’ve given you? Haven’t I given you something else? Something good?”
He’s in front of me now, so close I can smell his cologne and feel his body heat.
Too close.
I take a step back.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay away?”
“Why? Because if I come near you, you’ll be tempted to fall right into my arms? Because if you look into my eyes, you’ll remember how my gaze felt on your skin?”
Without warning, the memory returns, my skin tingling as heat rushes through my veins.
Shit.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t, or don’t want to?” He takes my chin in his grasp. “What are you so afraid of, Sam?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. My throat feels so tight I can barely swallow, and my chest feels so tight I can barely breathe.
Only my thoughts are still flowing, the voice in my head scolding me.
I shouldn’t have come here.
Why did I come? What made me think I could deal with Nathan Landers when I’m just a kitten and he’s a lion?
A mighty, magnificent lion.
And I’ve just walked into his trap.
“I know.” He strokes my cheek, the pad of his thumb making me blush more furiously. “It’s not me you’re scared of, Sam. You’re scared of yourself. You’re scared that once you fall, you won’t be able to get up again, that once you lose yourself, you won’t get it back.”
Surprisingly, I realize he’s right. What is he? A mind reader?
“You want to know how I know?” he whispers in my ear. “Because I feel the same way.”
That surprises me even more. Nathan is scared, too?
His gaze holds mine and for the first time, I see the flicker of fear in his eyes. It’s just a flicker, though, all too soon banished by a bigger, sturdie
r flame: the flame of lust.
And like before, it lights my own.
Already, my body has remembered his, wanting him, preparing for him. My breasts swell against the pads of my bra, my sex growing moist with something other than sweat.
A chemical reaction. Plain and simple.
And something I can’t fight against.
His eyes narrow. “Fall with me, Sam.”
His lips are on mine, his tongue delving into familiar territory, reclaiming me.
He tastes like coffee and something minty. Delicious. Intoxicating.
At first, I put up a half-hearted resistance, but it’s futile.
He’s too hot.
And he’s right.
I was afraid of falling. But not anymore.
Fall with me.
I kiss him back as I place my arms around him, and he kisses me more fiercely, his tongue sending delicious heat all the way to the tips of my toes.
Damn, I’ve missed this.
He hoists me on the edge of his desk, his fingers working on the buttons of my blouse as his mouth continues to keep me busy.
His hands find my breasts. I gasp.
He pushes up my bra, the pads of his thumbs grinding against my nipples that quickly push back.
I moan.
He kisses me harder, grabbing my ass and pulling it closer to the edge so that another part of his body can grind against me.
A bigger, harder part.
Even through all the layers of fabric, I can feel its length, its heat as it rubs against my sex, its quivers of desire.
He wants me.
Badly.
And that knowledge sends a thrill through me.
“See what you do to me,” he murmurs as the kiss breaks, the words coming out in a gravelly whisper.
I push against him, bolder now. “I can feel it.”
He frowns. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. It’s been too long.”
I shake my head. I’m no longer afraid. “Don’t be. Just let go.”
I whisper in his ear. “Take me.”
At first, he’s still trying to hold back, to rein himself in. Then his expression changes.
“Fuck it.”
He takes me off the edge of the desk, turning me around and bending me over it. I feel my pants and my underwear drop to my knees.
I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Then I feel him.
Gripping my hips, he enters me with one thrust.
I moan, my fingers raking the surface of the desk.
That first thrust is followed by another and another.
Harder. Deeper. Faster.
Incredible.
My knees shake, my clothes falling to my ankles.
I can no longer speak, the air in my lungs not enough to fuel speech. Only moans and gasps escape past my lips even as tears brim my eyes from the intense pleasure.
I can’t…take it…anymore.
My orgasm rips through me like a knife, sharp and quick.
When it is over, I’m turned around and shoved on top of the desk, my legs up in the air.
“Cum…ming.”
Those two strained syllables, that dazed look in Nathan’s eyes and the feel of his cock throbbing inside me as his orgasm seizes him sends me into my second.
And this time, it’s longer.
The longest orgasm I’ve ever had, in fact.
When it’s over, I lie limp and completely out of breath, vaguely feeling Nathan pulling out and carrying me to the couch.
For a while, I lie still as I gasp for air, my mind blank and my vision blur. Then it hits me that we’re still at the office, and I scramble to clean up and get dressed.
I can’t believe we just had sex in his office.
I can’t believe we just had sex.
“Explain,” I tell him as I put my pants back on.
“Explain what?”
He’s already behind his desk, going through the pile of papers on it as if he didn’t just fuck me there.
“You said a while ago that you could explain the pictures and the phone numbers.”
“I can,” he says. “I keep track of the women I sleep with. That way, if they try to cause me trouble after, I know how to deal with them.”
“Trouble?”
“They get clingy. They try to get money out of me. They spread rumors about me.”
My eyes grow wide. “That’s horrible.”
He gets up and sits beside me.
“Not every woman is like you. In fact, I don’t think there’s another woman like you. That’s why I…why I don’t want to lose you.”
Something tells me he was about to say the word ‘love’ but didn’t.
It’s okay. Like he said, it’s a strong word, and it’s too soon. He’ll have plenty of chances to say it later.
Later.
So, have I forgiven him?
Well, technically, there’s nothing to forgive. As far as the evidence goes, all those women were in the past, after all, and he did give me a good reason for keeping their pictures and contact numbers.
If anyone must be forgiven, it’s me.
I was jealous. I didn’t trust him.
From now on, I’m going to.
I reach for his hand. “Shall we go home?”
“If you mean go back to my apartment and have sex some more, my answer is yes.”
I smile, blushing. Sure, I’m still recovering, but hey, if he wants some more later, I’m sure I’ll manage.
He’s not the only one who wants to make up for lost time.
“I’m all yours tonight.”
A Pair Takes Flight
“Good morning,” I greet as I enter the kitchen, yawning.
Nathan gazes at me from behind the counter. “Well, look who’s finally up.”
I pout. “Hey, it isn’t my fault you were up all night.”
He grins. “Slept well?”
I nod.
It’s true. After I’m not sure how many rounds of sex – and I mean mind-blowing sex – we had last night, I conked out, sleeping like a log. I don’t even know when was the last time I slept so soundly.
Now, nine hours later, I feel reinvigorated.
And starving.
I walk over to the counter where Nathan is plating the pancakes and bacon.
I close my eyes, inhaling the sweet and salty aroma. “Smells good.” I open my eyes. “Looks good, too.”
“Thanks.” Nathan sniffs his arm. “I did take a shower.”
“Not you, silly.” I give him a playful nudge. “Though you do look good in that apron.”
“And you look good in that shirt.”
I look at the oversized white shirt I’m wearing. His shirt.
“Why, this old thing? Thanks.”
He chuckles.
I take a strip of bacon. “Don’t you have work today?”
“I just have to drop by the office for a few hours this afternoon.”
“I see.” For some reason, I feel disappointed.
“Then I’ll meet you for dinner. I’ve got something special planned.”
“You do?” Now, I’m excited. “Can you give me a clue where we’re going or what we’re doing?”
“No.” Nathan shakes his head. “It’s a surprise.”
I pout.
“But I’m sure you’ll love it,” he adds.
I smile. “I can’t wait.”
****
“So, what? You’re going out with Nathan Landers now?” Pam asks.
Once again, we’re having coffee at our favorite café, and once again, she’s acting like my mother instead of my best friend.
Actually, she’s worse than my mother.
My Mom rarely scolds me or gets mad, often patient and loving, doing her best to understand me. Pam, on the other hand…
“Sam, we’ve already talked about this.” She lets out a sigh. “I thought you’ve already learned your lesson.”
“I’ve learned my lesson, alright.
And that’s to never jump to conclusions again or to be so quick to believe what other people say.”
Pam frowns. “You mean what I say.”
“I mean other people,” I repeat. “I was wrong about him, Pam. He’s not a bad person.”
“And I was wrong to expect you to start using your head more than your heart,” she says. “You’re not thinking straight, Sam. Again. Actually, you’re not thinking at all.”
“I am thinking straight,” I argue.
“Really? Did you sleep with him last night?”
“Um, yes.”
“Then you’re not thinking straight.”
I lift my shoulders. “What does that have to do with it?”
“It’s the sex talking. Not you.”
I frown. “You know, maybe if you had sex a little more often, you’d be less cranky and skeptical.”
“Ouch.” She picks up her cup of coffee. “That confirms it. He’s a bad person. I mean, look at what he’s done to you. He’s turned you into this mean bitch.”
“Sorry,” I tell her quickly.
Pam may scold me a lot, but she is my best friend.
“I just…I wish you’d trust me on this. I wish you’d give Nathan a chance. He really isn’t a bad person.”
“So, womanizers are saints now?”
“I’m not saying he’s a saint, just that he’s not all bad. And he’s not a womanizer anymore.”
“So he says.”
“I trust him. Won’t you trust me?”
Pam says nothing.
“I’d really love to have my best friend’s support, you know. It would mean the world to me.”
Pam sets down her cup and sighs. “I wish I could but…” She stops suddenly.
“But what?”
She doesn’t answer and this time, I can tell her silence is a meaningful one. And it usually means there’s something she wants to tell me but doesn’t want to upset me.
“What?” I ask again, curious.
“Never mind,” she says.
“Pam.” I look at her insistently.
She gives another sigh. “You say you trust Nathan. But do you even know him? Like, really know him?”
Now, I’m really curious. And worried.
“Pam, what are you not telling me?”
Again with the silence.
“Oh, no. You’re not going to leave me hanging here. Now, spill the beans.”
