Page 10 of Executive Privilege

"Do you hear yourself right now?"

"I hear myself explaining a completely reasonable work situation."

"I know you, Saide, it sounds like someone has a crush."

"Someone?"

"Maybe both of you."

"Don't start trouble, Emma. What are you doing up so late anyway?"

"I always go to bed this late. Did you watch 90 Day Fiancé this week, can we talk about it?"

I laugh, "I haven't yet."

"What? Well stop working so hard and get caught up. Priorities Sadie." She elongates my name into a whine.

"I will, promise."

I get home and rush through my bedtime routine, suddenly exhausted from the long day.

But when I get into bed and close my eyes, I'm back in that elevator. The doors closing, just the two of us in that small space. Nicholas is close enough that I could smell that lemongrass scent again. It's Invigorating.

My whole body starts buzzing, restless, wound tight the way it has been every night this week. I press the heels of my hands over my eyes, willing myself to think about literally anything other than Nicholas Blackwood in a perfectly cut suit and both of us in that mirrored elevator.

My hand slips under the waistband of my bottoms. Then Nicholas Blackwood's mouth is on mine, his hands sliding into my hair, pressing me back against the elevator wall with that same controlled intensity he brings to everything else.

His voice is low and rough: "Sadie."

My skin feels warm, electric. I'm hyperaware of every sensation—the silk of my pajama top against my skin, the way my heart is racing, the pull of desire that's been building all evening. All week.

He's pinning me against the mirrored panel. His thigh slides between mine, slow and deliberate, forcing me open.

I bite down on my bottom lip as my fingers circle, wet and insistent, chasing the pressure building there. H

is mouth is on mine—rough, hungry, like he’s been holding himself back for years.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, hips lifting into my hand.

He palms my thigh, drags my skirt up, slowly repeating my name against my lips, whispering it in my ear. The sound of it undoes me. I rub faster, as he pushes my underwear to the side and forces himself roughly into me.

The orgasm crashes through me, hard and sudden. My back pushes into the mattress, as I shutter and moan with release.

I laugh weakly, finally ready to drift off to sleep. “You’re trouble, Nicholas Blackwood,” I mutter into the empty room. “Absolute fucking trouble.”

Chapter 4: Personal Curiosity

The Morrison timeline presentation goes flawlessly, and everyone has been assigned their roles in the kickoff meeting internally.

Right now, sitting at my desk sipping on my coffee, thinking about the way Nicholas looked at me when Mr. Morrison shook his hand and said, nodding in my direction, "That one deserves a promotion."

My phone rings, interrupting my attempt to focus on scheduling logistics.

"Sadie Reynolds speaking."

"Is this the sister who's been ignoring my texts all day?" Emma's voice is bright with accusation.

"I've been working, Em."