Craving My Boss by Tasha Fawkes & M. S. Parker

Author:Tasha Fawkes & M. S. Parker [Fawkes, Tasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New Adult Romance
Publisher: Safira Press LLC
Published: 2017-07-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Daniel

I watch Ashley walk toward my office door, where she stoops down to pick up her clothing before stepping into my private bathroom. Her back to me, I admire her shapely figure. I love the way her narrow waist flairs slightly into gorgeous, well-shaped hips. Her ass is firm and tight. I could probably stick a quarter between her ass and the top of her thigh and it would stay there. Athletic, although I don’t think she’s engaged in any sports. Maybe she had an active childhood. I don’t know. Maybe—

I don’t allow my mind to wander, but force it back to the present. I feel satiated. I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time. Even my interludes with Crystal often left me feeling dissatisfied, or actually un-satiated; as if something was never quite finished, not sexually, but emotionally, or maybe even mentally.

I shake my head as I reach for the box of Kleenex in my top desk drawer and remove the condom, bundling it up inside the Kleenex, and then another, before wadding it all up and throwing it in the trash can. I tuck myself back in my pants, zip up, and adjust. I hear the water trickling in the sink in the bathroom.

I glance up at the clock on the wall. She’s been in my office less than ten minutes. No one will wonder about that. Still, I don’t want her to linger. Not because I don’t want to spend more time with her, because God knows, I do. But not here. Not in my office.

Maybe later tonight, or tomorrow—

My cell phone rings. I move to my desk and reach for my iPhone and turn it over. The light blue background of the screen distracts me from the bathroom door, behind which Ashley is probably— I glance down at the screen, scowling when I see the caller ID.

Karen. My sense of relaxation, that elusive sense of calm that enveloped me during those few blissful moments with Ashley are doused as effectively as a bucket of cold water thrown over my head. Poof. Gone. Immediate tension, annoyance, and dissatisfaction surge upward. I sigh and answer the call.

“Hello, Karen.” What will she complain about today? Probably that I didn’t show up for the cake tasting appointment yesterday or maybe because I didn’t make a final decision on the floral arrangements? I don’t have time for this. I told her—

“Hi, Daniel. What are you doing?”

For a second, I consider telling her the truth. “I’m working.”

“What are you working on?”

What the hell? For a brief second I think she might be suspicious, that her bat radar has picked up on something in my voice. Or perhaps she has a hidden camera in my office or something. I shake my head, feeling stupid. “A manuscript,” I answer. “What do you need? I’m busy.”

She makes some pouting sounds, then chuckles softly. Before Ashley, and in the early days of our faux relationship, that throaty chuckle was enticing. Sexually charged. Now it just grates on my nerves.

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