Anagram

by Sienna Grant

  “Love you too, Reagan.”

  We pull away at the same time and I pay the girl sitting at her desk, filing her nails, making sure to include a hefty tip for my girl.

  “Maybe I’ll have to pop into the city and come and thank this assistant of yours in person. You know, for giving my girl some free time again.”

  I smile at Ruby. “That would be a great idea. We could all three go for dinner straight after work. She deserves a treat. What do you say?”

  “I love that idea. Let me know when and where and we’ll make it a date.”

  With a wave, I head out.

  Margie has been a godsend these last few weeks, maybe I’ll mention it. She doesn’t have anyone… I wouldn’t say I feel sorry for her as such, but I know what’s it’s like to only have one parent left, so it must be really hard on her. I’d never do something out of sympathy, but we do seem to be developing a bond. Maybe a little give is called for and maybe I could? With that plan in place, I smile to myself, making my way to my car and go back to work.

  Thirteen

  Reagan

  I walk into the office with an extra bounce in my step. My hair feels amazing, Ruby once again doing a spectacular job on it. I reach my office door and Margie rushes toward me.

  “You look amazing, Ms. Quinn.”

  “Oh, thank you.” I’m not used to getting compliments from my employees, so I’m a little taken aback. “Well, it’s thanks to you I could get it done at all, so, thank you.”

  “It’s nothing. I know how busy you are I just wanted to be able to do something for you.” She follows me into my office as soon as I have the door open. “You gave me a job and you’ve, well, you’ve helped to change my life.” A blush rises in Margie’s cheeks.

  I sit down behind my desk and point to the chair in front of it. “Take a seat.” For someone who is supposed to be a ruthless bitch in the office, this woman is helping to tame her. “You had all the qualifications, Margie, you were right for the job, but that isn’t what it’s all about; it’s about being organized and capable, and you’re all those things. You’ve helped me too.”

  She gives me a timid smile and drops her head to look down at her hands. “Who did your hair, if you don’t mind me asking?” Our gazes meet as she lifts her head. Subconsciously, my hand goes to the back of my head and I thread my fingers through the silky strands.

  “Oh, of course not.” I recommend Ruby any chance I get. “It’s actually my best friend, Ruby Spencer. She has her own salon in New Jersey. We went to college together. We’ve gone through every trauma and disaster together. Well, when you’re at college, you think they’re all disasters.” I smile widely thinking about how Ruby and I were the cause of most of our traumas in college. “What college did you go to, Margie?”

  “My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college, so I went to a community college instead. When they died, I dropped out. I managed to get my degrees through night school once I started a paying job.”

  “Oh my.” My hand automatically goes to my chest to cover my hurting heart. She must’ve had it so hard. “I’m sorry, Margie…”

  “Don’t be, honestly, I’m good. It was a long time ago. I’m at peace with everything. Everything happens for a reason, right?”

  “So they say.”

  Straightening her back, she sits up and seems to shake off whatever came over her. “Why don’t I grab you a coffee and you can get started on your afternoon schedule.”

  “Thanks.” I smile as she stands and turns toward the door. “Margie, why don’t you get yourself one too and come back here—I’ve got some training for you to complete.”

  “Oh, alright.”

  Once she leaves, I turn my computer on, get my desk set up, and pull the other chair around to my side for Margie and wait.

  The soft smile on her face when she comes back softens me a little. “Why don’t you come and sit here? I’ve got some things to show you.” Putting both cups down on coasters on my glass desk, she sits beside me and I pull up some accounts.

  The rest of the afternoon goes quickly. I decided to bring Margie in on some of the pharmaceutical business, using some of the smaller accounts as examples of what we do here. She’s a really good student and takes everything in that I’ve shown her. She has a notepad beside her where she writes down important information, and I’m actually impressed. That never happens.

  I catch her glancing up at the clock on the wall and drumming her fingers on the desk. “Is there somewhere you need to be, Margie?”

  “Oh, no, it’s fine…” She focuses on the computer, and I look at the time myself. It’s already five o’clock. After sorting out my schedule so I could get my hair done, the least I could do is let her go early.

  “You sure? You look a little nervous.”

  Her body slumps as she sighs. “I’m supposed to be going on a date. I’m sorry. I know I said I’d be here at your disposal, but tonight was the only night he was available,” she rushes out in one breath.

  “A date, huh? What’s his name?”

  “Hudson. He’s a couple of years older than me.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Get out of here.”

  “Are you sure, Ms. Quinn?”

  “I’m sure. Who am I to stand in the way of love?”

  The nervousness leaves her face and she smiles. “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

  “Go.” I shoo her from the office and smile to myself, remembering when a date used to be exciting. Not that Everett isn’t exciting, because he is. He’s fucking hot, I just wish he’d make some kind of commitment to me.

  She pops her head into my office, smiling. “Maybe if everything goes alright tonight, and we decide on a second date, I’ll go to your friend’s salon and get my hair done. A change is as good as a rest.”

  “Yes, you should. I can let Ruby know for you and she’ll give you the princess treatment. Especially if she knows it’s for a date.”

  “That would be amazing.”

  I have to chuckle at her enthusiasm, but I’m sure she should be leaving right now. I know she has to get the bus home. “Um, Margie, what time is your date?”

  “Seven.” The excitement in her voice is evident. I glance at the clock and she follows my gaze, gasping. “Crap.”

  “It’s okay. Now go.”

  Pulling her bag onto her shoulder, she nods and gives me a small wave, closing the door behind her and jogging through the office, saying bye to the other employees. I shake my head at her bubbliness and laugh to myself.

  Seeing as it’s Friday, I decide to pack up and leave work early. I’ve done the last couple of things I could do after Margie left to go on her date and I’m pretty much just spinning on my chair wasting time. I grab my bag and, once both doors to my office have been locked, I head for the elevator.

  The good thing about leaving work after six, the New York rush hour traffic has settled down and I can get home in no time. As I reach the parking lot, my phone chimes. I switch off the engine and grab my phone. Everett has sent me a text: Put on one of those sexy dresses that you own, I’m taking you out. I’ve got a business dinner.

  I quickly type out a reply: I literally just got home…

  He responds: You’d better hurry, then. I’m picking you up at 6:45.

  Son of a bitch!

  It’s 6:15. How can I get ready in thirty minutes?

  I step out of my car with my bag and phone and press the fob on my keys to lock my car before making my way up to my apartment.

  Once I’ve found one of my favorite dresses, I lay it out on the bed and head for the shower.

  Fourteen

  Everett

  When the doors of the elevator open on Reagan’s floor, I walk as fast as I can to Reagan’s apartment and knock on her door. When a major shareholder for your company tells you, you need to attend a business dinner, you do it, and there’s only one person I want hanging on my arm w
hen I impress.

  Jesus, I hope she’s ready. Keeping shareholders waiting isn’t a good look.

  My foot taps impatiently, and just as I’m about to knock again, the door opens. There she stands looking hot as fuck in a short but modest black dress that covers her chest and fastens around the neck. My eyes travel further down her body and, just as I thought, she has those killer red, fuck me heels on. My dick is like a homeless person who hasn’t had a meal in days. It’s fucking starving for her. It strains against the zipper of my pants, dying to get out. “Well, fuck.” A smirk tips the corner of her mouth up as she watches the shock form on my face.

  “Hi to you too, Everett.” She then takes a moment to look me up and down. “You look good too.”

  Stepping up to her, I kiss her cheek. I don’t want to ruin her perfect red lipstick on that delectable mouth. “You look amazing. I’d much rather stay here and get my fill of you.” With an arm around the small of her waist, I tug her against my body. “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yes. Let me go and grab my purse.”

  She turns away from me, and that’s when I see there’s no back in her dress. Well, fuck me. And I’ve got to sit beside shareholders discussing business with her beside me looking like this. The open back stops just above her ass, and I can see every small movement in her back as she walks away. Her legs go on forever in her skyscraper heels. Stopping by the couch, she leans over the arm, picking up her purse, and the hem of her dress lifts just enough for me to see the delicious curve of her ass. If I had more time, I’d go over there and show her exactly the kind of pain I’m in, but before I can even think about taking a step closer to her, she’s back and standing in front of me. That’s when I notice something different. “Did you get your hair done?”

  “I did. You noticed?”

  “Baby, there’s nothing I don’t notice about you.”

  She smiles as a blush rises in her face. If there’s one thing I can say about Rae, it’s that she is no way shy. “Let’s go.” she whispers, pulling the door closed behind us. I stand aside and wait for her to lock up. Her purse is tucked under her other arm and I offer her my elbow. She loops her free arm through mine and take the elevator down to the lobby.

  I lead her to my car and open the door for her. “Your carriage awaits, my lady.”

  With a wide smile she sits in the leather seat, swinging her legs around, and pulls her seatbelt across her body.

  Reagan Quinn might just be the death of me.

  I keep Reagan close to me. I can’t keep my hands off her. It’s like the tips of my fingers ache if they’re not touching her. My hand runs up her thigh beneath the table. She tries to push it away but it’s no use. She keeps on smiling and carries on her conversation with our table buddies like nothing’s happening. She fidgets in her seat, and just that small amount of movement is all I need to get my hand between her legs, inching toward her core. She grabs my hand to stop me from going any further, gripping it tightly.

  “Ev, not here,” she says in a low voice, trying not to bring any attention to us.

  “Spoilsport.”

  “Hey,” she whispers, “you’re the one who won’t bring us out as a couple, not me. The way you’re acting, I’m thinking that the whole of the pharmaceutical world will know after tonight.”

  Reagan’s probably right. I didn’t introduce her as my girlfriend, or anything really. Once I gave them her name, they knew exactly who she was. The raised eyebrows and the quick, knowing glances they gave each other kind of gave it away. Fuck them. My life is my life and I don’t dance to anyone’s tune but my own. I probably shouldn’t have brought her here. It’ll soon get back to old man Hicks, her boss.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” I breathe in her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because I need to strip you naked and fuck you in those shoes. I’ve needed my dick in you since I picked you up tonight.”

  “What are you waiting for?” Reagan leans down and picks her purse up from the floor while I stand and offer her my hand.

  “Gentleman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to duck out. Reagan’s not feeling so good.”

  With best wishes and feelings of sympathy expressed for Reagan, she walks around the table shaking hands. One of the guys takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, smiling, telling her how beautiful she is and if she’s ever stuck for a date to give him a call. My teeth grind and my eyes narrow. Wrapping my arm around the small of her waist, I grip her hip and lead her from the table. She glances sideways at me and I see the hint of a smirk. My hand moves from her hip to the bare skin of her back and I lead her out of the restaurant. I give my ticket to the valet and he brings the car around.

  The air crackles between us. It always does when we’re together. Rushing from the car and into the building with my hand wrapped tightly around hers, Reagan calls for the elevator, the doors opening instantly. Pulling her in behind me, I press the button for her floor. If I thought it would take us longer to get to her floor, I’d have her against this wall. Just as the thought pops into my head, the elevator stops. As soon as the doors open, I’m pulling her to her apartment. I know I’m rushing, but I’m desperate for her. I need to have her.

  “Ev, hold up a sec. I need to get my keys.” She laughs, but I can’t find the humor in any of this. I have all this pent-up tension and I need it out of me.

  “Hurry up, otherwise I’ll be giving your neighbors a show.”

  She holds up her keys and jangles them in front of my face. I swipe them from her fingers and have her door open in mere seconds. I grab her wrist and pull her inside with me. Giving the door a shove with my foot, I place Reagan against it, caging her in with my arms. “I’ve waited all night for this.”

  With a clash of teeth and a tangle of tongues, she matches my urgency, pulling my shirt from inside my pants and soon begins unfastening the buttons. My hands run over the silk of her dress and up around to the back of her neck. I pause for a second and demand against her lips, “Turn around.”

  Right away she does as I ask, planting her palms firmly against the hard wood of the door. I unfasten the two small buttons that are keeping her dress up and watch as it slowly and erotically grazes her curves as it slips down. I groan like I’m in pain. Putting my lips on her overheated skin, I track a path across her shoulders and down her spine until I reach the roundness of her ass.

  Dropping to my knees, I twist her around with my hand gripping her hip and tug her toward me. I kiss down her flat belly, through her mound of blonde hair, until my lips are latching on to her clit and sucking it into my mouth. She cries out, threading her fingers through my hair and pulling while my mouth moves against her. Sliding my hand down the back of her leg, I lift it up and place it on my shoulder, giving me more access to her pussy. My tongue spears in and out of her, and I can feel the clenching of her abdomen as she tries to hold back her climax.

  “Oh fuck, Ev, yes.” Our gazes meet momentarily as I look up at her, her fists balling tighter in my hair. I replace my tongue with my fingers and push inside of her aggressively. “Fuck, Rae, you taste so sweet, baby.”

  Reagan loves this.

  I thrust in and out repeatedly, sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, curling my fingers until they’re stroking her walls. She’s screaming my name like I’m her messiah. Not that I mind that title. I make sure I’ve lapped up every little bit of her climax before standing back up to my full height and wrapping my arms around her, being her crutch before her knees give way and her body melts against me.

  Her pretty blue eyes find mine as her eyelids flutter open. With a hint of a smile she unfastens the rest of the buttons on my shirt and on my pants. My dick springs free with no underwear to get in the way. Reagan and I have a thing for underwear—she rarely wears it and I hate it. Plus, easy access.

  Wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, she smiles at me. Her eyes have a spark in them that I didn’t notice earlier, and she m
oves to her knees, wanting to repay the favor. I’m not going to stop her. I can’t wait to fuck that delicious fucking mouth of hers.

  She slides her lips all the way down to the base of my cock, then brings her mouth all the way back up, sucking on the end like an ice pop. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head with pleasure. With my hands on either side of her head, I control her movement. “Nice and slow, baby, until I tell you.” Reagan obeys my instructions, sucking harder every time until I’m losing all my control. “Suck me hard.” My hips jerk and I plunge forward, watching my dick slide in and out of her lips, and I do exactly what I wanted and fuck her mouth.

  “Stop.” Halting her movements, I take a soft hold of her shoulders and pull her back to her feet. I can’t take it anymore. “I need to be inside you.” Leading her to the couch, I bend her over the arm and stand back, admiring her slim form for a moment. The faint muscles in her toned legs stand out from the height of her shoes. I make sure I commit this image to my memory while I stroke my length and insert two fingers inside her to work her up again, not that I really need to, she’s still soaking wet. I replace my fingers with my cock and push inside her, pulling back out to the tip, admiring the paleness of her ass before giving it a hard smack.

  She pushes backward, grinding against me as she cries out, making me smile. I fucking love to see her come undone. I drive inside her again, harder and faster. Hearing Reagan cry out urges me even more, but I don’t want to finish like this. I want to see the look on her face as she comes for me. I pull out of her and kick my pants from my feet before pulling her up to stand. I lift her up, spearing her onto my waiting cock. Her legs wrap around me, the spikes of her shoes exactly where I need them, digging into my skin, and walk us into her bedroom, where I lay her beneath me.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Rae.”