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“Something like that,” I said. “But also, to give you a sense of how things are run here at Brandfield Enterprises. A company I know you want to get into bed with.”
“That’s a bold assumption,” he said, leaning back in his chair and bringing his fingers together on his lap.
“Or an informed one,” I said with a cool smile.
I could see that we were both proud men and that an icebreaker would be needed. Thankfully, she just walked in holding a large tray of food, and balancing another smaller tray with drinks. I was surprised by the way she walked with ease, not only keeping everything upright, but also keeping her breasts from escaping her blouse.
“I have your lunch, Mr. Brandfield,” she said, voice oozing with sweetness. She set the trays down on my desk, and began setting out plates for Mr. Craddock and me. I could see him shift in his seat, curiously watching Juliet as she moved. She was most definitely putting on a show and he was fully entranced. I sat back, entertained by this fact, and began enjoying the display myself.
Juliet definitely didn’t have a bra on. Her blouse dipped too low for that and the cooler temperature in my office had her nipples straining through the tight white fabric. As she rounded my side of the desk to set out the condiments, her skirt inched up as she bent over the desk slightly. It slid up the back of her thighs and I caught a glimpse of the bottom of her perfect ass underneath.
Holy fuck.
I didn’t think she was wearing anything underneath. I had to hold myself back from sliding my hand up to find out.
“I have mayo, various mustards, and a delicious garlic aioli,” she said, really selling the condiments.
I cleared my throat. “Thank you, Juliet,” I said. “Juliet here is my assistant, Mr. Craddock.”
“Um, yes. Right. Nice to meet you,” he said, his eyes snapping up to hers as his face reddened.
“Will you be needing anything else?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips as she looked between us.
“That will be all,” I said, thinking of all the things I would actually like from her.
Neededfrom her.
“Enjoy,” she said, turning for the door. As she slipped out and closed it behind her, she gave me a little wave through the window, clearly satisfied with my undoing.
As Mr. Craddock served himself a sandwich and chips, I quickly texted Juliet.
Me:How many items of clothing did you have on just now?
Juliet:Including a pair of shoes? Three.
How the hell was I supposed to get through this meeting?
Chapter 17
Juliet
I smiled to myself as I sat bare-assed in my plush desk chair, sliding my hot pink thong up my legs and securing it under my skirt until the waistband caught on my hips.
The Ass Skirt.
I had made the bold decision to wear it today, along with The Boob Shirt. It had been weeks of darkened glances and innuendoes with Chester. It was fun, but the ache I had for him was growing, and I thought if anything were to move this thing between us along, it would be these two garments of clothing together.
The look on his face just now proved that the combination was lethal. When he had the idea of having me serve food, I wasn’tsure if I should be insulted or pleased that he was living out some fantasy in his head and that I got to be a part of it. If he wanted to make a power play and have me play waitress for the day, then I would show him just how much power I had too. The power of boobs and ass. He hadn’t been the only one to notice, but he was the only one I cared about. I ignored the glances from the other men in the office and the snide looks from the women. The only look I wanted was from Chester.
It had been worth parading around all morning. Seeing his mouth open partly as he sucked in a shallow breath when I walked in with a trayful of food and a shirt full of boob. His eyes roamed up every inch of my body and the heat that rose in my core had me clamping my thighs together. I was sure I had seen him squirm in his desk chair in front of a potential business partner. It was everything. It was a power play, and I was in charge.
At my desk, I lingered longer than I needed to. There was nothing I needed to do. All of his meetings were scheduled and his reminder alerts scheduled. I looked around the office for any sort of task to do, but there was nothing. As I packed up my things to go home, I realized I didn’t want to leave and go home early, even though that was part of the deal. That meant I would have less time with him. Less longing glances. Less sexy comments. Less opportunities to accidentally brush against him, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin. I wanted to stay and see just how far I could push him. A lot could happen in the privacy of his office.
It was wildly inappropriate. I couldn’t believe I had become this version of myself. A version I had never known before, but washaving fun exploring. Only because of Chester. He made me this way. He made me crazy. He made me insatiable.
I didn’t know if any of this would go anywhere.
Again.
