Rage raced through Scott’s veins, heating his cheeks and chest until he felt sweat begin to bead on his upper lip. He wanted to wipe it away, but his knuckles were lily white, he was gripping the chair arms so tight again.
Who the fuck was this guy anyway?
An entitled maggot, that’s who.
Inhaling deep through his nose, Scott stood up and retreated to the closed door of Remy’s office. “Then I will ask that you keep this information to yourself, please.”
Remy tossed the stress ball back up into the air again. “I’m already bored with this topic, Scott. It doesn’t interest me. Making money interests me. So make money from Fletcher Holdings, and that’s when I’ll be interested.”
Exhaling through his nose because he was clenching his molars so damn hard, Scott gave his maggot-boss one nod, then opened the door and left. He needed to text Eva. He needed to let her know that things did not go as planned. Now they had to really be careful, because if Todd got wind of the two of them together, it could not only make Eva’s life a living hell but it could be the end of Scott’s career. And as much as he disliked Remy Barker, he really liked his new job at Dynamic Creative, and he really, really liked his new salary.
Once he was back in his office, he grabbed his phone off the desk and brought up Eva’s number. He’d taken a picture of her last night, all freshly fucked and looking unbelievable. That was now the photo that went along with her contact info. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
After staring at her for a full minute, he texted her the bad news.
Babe, my boss is an idiot maggot and won’t let me switch off the project. I’m really sorry.
It was only about five minutes before she messaged back.
That really sucks. Did you explain the conflict of interest?
Yep. He’s an idiot maggot. Doesn’t care.
Todd is dangerous, Scott. If he finds out we’re dating …
I know, babe. We’ll figure it out, I promise.
Fuck, he was getting tired of this texting bullshit. He needed to hear her voice. If she was with a client, she wouldn’t be able to reply so quickly.
He ran his thumb along the curve of his chin as he punched dial on her number then put the phone to his ear, awaiting her sultry, throaty voice.
“Hello?”
God, that voice was what wet dreams were made of.
He smiled without meaning to—the natural side effect of hearing her feminine rasp—and swiveled around in his chair to look out the window of his snazzy corner office. “Hey, babe,” he started. His view of the sound was slightly blocked by a shorter building in front of him, but he could still see the water and the boats in the bay. There was nothing quite like Seattle in the springtime. The sea sparkled, the trees were in full bloom, and the urge to mate was thick in the air.
Eva sighed. “I don’t want you to lose your job, Scott.”
He propped his feet up on the window ledge. “I won’t. I’ll just be careful. We’ll just be careful.”
She sighed again, and it was all he could do to not envision her sighing as he slid his fingers between her legs. She’d made a similar sound last night down in her salon. “I miss you already. Isn’t that crazy?”
His dick jerked in his trousers. “Not crazy at all. I miss you too. What are you doing Friday?”
“Going out on a date with you, why?”
Well that made his chest expand and his smile hurt his face. “Just making sure you’re available. Dinner?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good.”
The air between them grew quiet. His ears strained in an attempt to hear what she was up to. His office door was closed, but there were murmurs from outside sneaking under his door.
“Eva?”
“Hmm?”
“I can’t wait to get you naked again.” Even though he knew she was scared about her ex finding out about them, no way in hell was he wasting any time talking about him. Not when they could be talking and planning other things.
Fifty bucks said she was blushing.
And probably biting her lip too.
“And then once I have you naked, sprawled out on my bed, I’m going to run my tongue over every inch of your body. Leave no nipple unsucked, no hipbone unlicked.”
All that came through on the other end was a quick inhale of breath followed by a low moan. Yeah, she’d done that last night too.
“Friday, come over for dinner. I’ll cook for you.”
“Mac and cheese again?” Her breathy voice made his cock do another twitch. He adjusted himself for more comfort.
“If that’s what your heart desires.”
“Mmmm … what my heart desires … what about my body?”
“I’ll take care of it all. Your heart, your taste buds, your body. No part of you will be left unsatisfied. Unlicked. Untouched. Unsucked.”
Her next words came out as more of a whimper. “Scott … ”
“Eva … ” A knock at his office door broke the spell, and thank goodness it did. He was sporting a full stiffy now, and that was not workplace-appropriate. “Listen, babe, I’ve gotta go. But I’ll call you tonight and we can make plans for tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And Eva?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to fuck you until the cows come home.” Then he ended the call, but not before he heard the satisfying gasp from the incredible woman on the other end. He adjusted his pants, spun around in his chair and slid his waist back under his desk to hide any remaining evidence of his arousal. “Come in,” he barked.
The doorknob turned, and though he was expecting Remy the douchebag or his receptionist, Sondra, it was neither.
“Hey, dumbass, wanna grab lunch?” Liam asked, sauntering into Scott’s office in his fancy suit, shiny loafers and very expensive smile.
Ah, just who he needed to see. His retainer-free lawyer on-call. Also known as his annoying but loyal big brother.
Double-checking that his cock was now back to its flaccid self, he snatched his wallet from the corner of his desk and stood. “I am if you’re buying?”
Liam’s grin grew. “Sure, I’ll take my poor baby brother out for lunch. It’s the least I can do, given that I probably make triple your salary. I have to help out those in need.”
Scott rolled his eyes and pushed past his brother, who was just a half-inch taller than him. “It is the least you can do.”
Liam slapped him on the back and, laughing, followed Scott out into the reception area.
Scott jerked his chin toward Sondra and patted the counter above her desk twice. “I’m heading for lunch with Liam.”
Sondra’s cheeks pinked up as she settled her gaze on Liam. The woman had a very obvious crush on him, and Liam played that up by flirting shamelessly with her whenever he came to visit Scott. Not that Scott had worked there long, but Liam usually came by once a week for lunch, and when he did, he charmed the pants off all the women in the office.
As they made their way toward the elevator, Scott let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping as the last of the air left his lungs.
“Ah, see.” Liam tapped his temple. “Big brother intuition. I knew my little Scottie needed me. What’s up? How can Liam fix your life this time?” They stepped into the elevator, and Liam hit M for the main floor.