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boasted. His magical hands continued to stroke her. The tips of his fingers brushed against a distended nipple, setting her on fire again.
She wrenched away, putting as much distance between her and those heavenly hands as she could. She stood over him. “I don’t want to be another one of your conquests, Cayson. I don’t want to be the subject of office gossip.”
He sat up, his dark eyes filled with desire. “Since when do you care about gossip?”
“ Since I got this good job.” In truth, she didn’t care about what others thought of her. She cared what she thought of herself. Working at JADE had shown her there was so much more to life. She couldn’t sell herself short. Cayson Sullivan could get coochie anywhere. He didn’t need hers.
With strength she didn’t k now she had, she pushed him down on the bed, and walked from the room.
“ Where ya going?” he called after her, his words slightly slurred. “Party’s just getting started.”
If she left him alone, he’d be passed out in ten minutes. “I’m gonna slip into something more comfortable,” she lied.
He closed his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head. “Okay, baby. I’ll be waiting.”
S he closed the door behind her. He was going to have one hell of a headache when he woke up alone in his bed.
********
Cayson dropped two antacids tablets into a glass of water. He watched as the tablets bubbled, and then filled the glass with their effervescent fizz.
That must be what my brain looks like inside my skull right now.
He waited for the mushroom of fizz to settle before chugging the entire glass. He burped, and immediately felt the release of pressure in his stomach. Now, he needed an aspirin to quiet the pounding in his head. He was getting to o old to drink as hard as he had last night.
His office door burst open and it took a Herculean effort to raise his eyes to the intruder. He’d specifically told Byron to cancel all of his morning appointments. He was in no mood for idle chatter today. When his eyes landed on Destiny, standing happily in his doorway, he winced. Even the bright color of her red, wrap dress seemed to scream at him.
“Good morning!” she chirped.
“Jeez,” he cradled his head. “Do you have to be so loud?”
“ Oh, stop being a baby.” She bustled forward, the tempting sway of her hips moving like a pendulum and hypnotizing him. His head might be fucked up, but his dick still worked fine. “Nobody told you to get shitfaced last night,” she berated. “Knowing you had to come to work this morning. Some role model you are.”
He slid his glass to the side. “Nobody said anything about me being a role model.”
“Remember, you’re responsible for me now. What kind of example are you setting?”
How did she manage to be so cheerful? And look so great. There were no apparent signs of her drinking last night. Yet, he knew she’d downed a few. He saw her sipping cocktails with Phaedra. He’d noticed everything about her last night. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. “Why aren’t you hung over?” he demanded.
She tossed him an impish smile. “I know how to hold my liquor.”
“ Yeah, but I was drinking hard liquor. You only drank fruity drinks.”
“ And I know when to practice self-restraint. Something you haven’t quite mastered yet.”
He knew she was alluding to more than simply imbibing. She had a point. He didn’t like limitations. So, he rarely imposed them on himself. He changed the subject. “You were already gone when I got up this morning.”
“Phaedra had to be to work early. So, I had to be ready too.”
Her willingness to do whatever needed to be done pulled at his heart strings . She never bitched about anything. She merely accepted her duty and dedicated herself to the task at hand. Others could take a lesson from her. “You know, you don’t have to carpool with Phaedra all the time. You can ride with me.”
One of her
She wrenched away, putting as much distance between her and those heavenly hands as she could. She stood over him. “I don’t want to be another one of your conquests, Cayson. I don’t want to be the subject of office gossip.”
He sat up, his dark eyes filled with desire. “Since when do you care about gossip?”
“ Since I got this good job.” In truth, she didn’t care about what others thought of her. She cared what she thought of herself. Working at JADE had shown her there was so much more to life. She couldn’t sell herself short. Cayson Sullivan could get coochie anywhere. He didn’t need hers.
With strength she didn’t k now she had, she pushed him down on the bed, and walked from the room.
“ Where ya going?” he called after her, his words slightly slurred. “Party’s just getting started.”
If she left him alone, he’d be passed out in ten minutes. “I’m gonna slip into something more comfortable,” she lied.
He closed his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head. “Okay, baby. I’ll be waiting.”
S he closed the door behind her. He was going to have one hell of a headache when he woke up alone in his bed.
********
Cayson dropped two antacids tablets into a glass of water. He watched as the tablets bubbled, and then filled the glass with their effervescent fizz.
That must be what my brain looks like inside my skull right now.
He waited for the mushroom of fizz to settle before chugging the entire glass. He burped, and immediately felt the release of pressure in his stomach. Now, he needed an aspirin to quiet the pounding in his head. He was getting to o old to drink as hard as he had last night.
His office door burst open and it took a Herculean effort to raise his eyes to the intruder. He’d specifically told Byron to cancel all of his morning appointments. He was in no mood for idle chatter today. When his eyes landed on Destiny, standing happily in his doorway, he winced. Even the bright color of her red, wrap dress seemed to scream at him.
“Good morning!” she chirped.
“Jeez,” he cradled his head. “Do you have to be so loud?”
“ Oh, stop being a baby.” She bustled forward, the tempting sway of her hips moving like a pendulum and hypnotizing him. His head might be fucked up, but his dick still worked fine. “Nobody told you to get shitfaced last night,” she berated. “Knowing you had to come to work this morning. Some role model you are.”
He slid his glass to the side. “Nobody said anything about me being a role model.”
“Remember, you’re responsible for me now. What kind of example are you setting?”
How did she manage to be so cheerful? And look so great. There were no apparent signs of her drinking last night. Yet, he knew she’d downed a few. He saw her sipping cocktails with Phaedra. He’d noticed everything about her last night. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. “Why aren’t you hung over?” he demanded.
She tossed him an impish smile. “I know how to hold my liquor.”
“ Yeah, but I was drinking hard liquor. You only drank fruity drinks.”
“ And I know when to practice self-restraint. Something you haven’t quite mastered yet.”
He knew she was alluding to more than simply imbibing. She had a point. He didn’t like limitations. So, he rarely imposed them on himself. He changed the subject. “You were already gone when I got up this morning.”
“Phaedra had to be to work early. So, I had to be ready too.”
Her willingness to do whatever needed to be done pulled at his heart strings . She never bitched about anything. She merely accepted her duty and dedicated herself to the task at hand. Others could take a lesson from her. “You know, you don’t have to carpool with Phaedra all the time. You can ride with me.”
One of her
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