I should be excited for this project but once again, I feel nothing. I’ve never done anything in real estate before. Building condos will be a whole new ball game for me. New things generally hold my attention but still all I feel is annoyed. It must be the lack of sleep that's messing with me.
I make my way down the long hall, focusing my attention on the watch I’m wearing. I keep my head down, not wanting anyone to try and snag my attention. Based on what my watch says, it seems that I have a little bit of time until Victor gets here. I could sneak in a power nap, which would probably brighten my mood a bit. Or I could just call it all off. Why do I need to build condos? Sure, I’d make a nice chunk of change, but that doesn't matter anymore. How much wealth does one man need? But if I don’t do this project or continue to work, I’ll likely die of boredom. I don’t have anything else in my life. Nothing or no one to go home to. So building condos it is.
“Coffee,” I tell my assistant as I walk past her desk.
“On it.” She jumps up from her chair.
I stop, turning to look at her. “You’re getting me coffee?” I tell her to get me coffee every morning that I’m here. She replies the same way every time by telling me to get it myself. That she gets paid too much to fetch coffee. It’s true. She is well paid but she also puts up with me. Often enough you can find the two of us in a shouting match. I’m pretty sure I’ve fired her a dozen times. Each time she laughs in my face. Most of the time she’s the one that suggests that I fire her but we both know that I wouldn’t make it through a day without her.
“You take it black, right?”
I take in my assistant. There’s something different about her today. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s not the thick-framed glasses that sit on the end of her nose. They’re the same as they always are. She fidgets as I continue to look at her. Normally she is dressed in a suit that is ironed and pressed within an inch of its life. Everything that Ms. Davenport does is done perfectly. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Yet, today it looks as though she rolled out of her bed only moments ago. Her normally straight hair is wavy, her cheeks are a little fuller, and her clothes fit a bit snugger. Even her eyes look different to me. Shit. I really must be exhausted. I’m beginning to imagine things now.
“Of course you take it black. I’m your assistant, I know these things.” She lets out an adorable giggle before bouncing by me. What the fuck? is my first thought.
“The break room is that way.” I point toward the left. Concern begins to fill me. She must be sick or something else must be wrong with her.
“Right.” She smiles as me. “I’m just totally messing with you. Seeing if you’re on your A game today.” She scurries past me. My eyes go directly to her ass. The tight skirt leaves nothing to the imagination.
“Fuck.” I jerk my gaze back toward my office door. What the fuck is wrong with me? Now, I’m checking out Ms. Davenport’s ass? I walk into my office, slamming my door behind me as I reach down and adjust my cock that had gone instantly hard at the sound of her voice. Something isn’t right.
I walk over to my desk, dropping down into my chair. My office door flies open a second later. Ms. Davenport comes strolling in with a cup of coffee in her hand. My eyes stray to her wide hips that sway with each step she takes.
“Ouch!” she screams. I jump up from my chair, my eyes leaving her hips to see she’s splashed coffee from the cup onto her hand. I rush over to her, taking the coffee.
“Are you okay?” I sit the cup down on the bookshelf. I gently grab her hand to inspect it. It’s only a little pink where the few drops of coffee got her skin. I suddenly have the urge to kiss it and make it better. A minute passes before she clears her throat but I still can’t seem to let go of her. It’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Thoughts of how it would feel stroking my cock run through my mind.
“I’m okay.” She breaks me from my filthy thoughts as she tries to pull her hand from mine, but I keep a firm hold on it. Her eyes lock with mine. “Is there anything else I can get you?” Her words come out a little breathy as she gives me another one of those giant smiles.
I’m not buying it. Something isn't right. It has to be from my lack of sleep. I’m losing it. I pull her into me. Her soft body molds into mine. Her plump lips form a perfect O shape.
“Yes, I think I will have something else,” I say as my mouth drops to hers.
3
Madison
I gasp as his mouth takes mine. My sister never told me that she kisses her boss. She also never told me how sexy he was. She had described him as the exact opposite, implying that he was a stuck-up jerk who was a workaholic and had no social skills.
I tell myself to pull back, but instead I find myself parting my lips, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. A small moan comes from me. His hands dig into my hair as he angles my head back so he can deepen the kiss even more.
My mind blanks as I dig my fingers into his fancy suit. My body melts into his. His tongue softly strokes in and out of my mouth, causing me to lose all of my good sense. It’s not until his hand drops to my ass, grabbing me and pulling my body flush against his, that I snap out of the trance his kiss put me under.
I sadly pull my mouth from his in an attempt to stop this madness. Even though I want to continue kissing him, I know that I can’t. Holy crap. I kissed my sister’s boss who thinks I’m her. And I liked it. Shit. This is really bad.
My mind is racing in a million directions. I don’t know what to do, so I do the first thing that comes to mind. I turn, hightailing it the hell out of there as quickly as I possibly can in this skin-tight skirt. I can feel him watching me but I don’t turn around to confirm it.
I head for my desk but then take a detour to the bathroom, knowing that I need to get myself together. I push open the door and head over to the sink. I close my eyes and brace myself on the sink. I need to get it together.
Does my sister have a thing for her boss? Is that why she was taking this last-minute trip? Now I’ve gone and kissed him. Well, technically he kissed me, thinking I was her. I open my eyes to stare at myself in the mirror.
The small amount of lipstick I’d put on this morning in an attempt to keep up appearances is now gone. My cheeks are stained with a blush. My hair is a wild mess from his hands. I reach up, touching my lips, which look a bit swollen. I can still taste and feel him on them.
What am I going to do? Guilt rides me hard. What if they have a thing and now I’ve gone and kissed her man? My sister and I made a pact when Paul from the third grade tried to be both of our boyfriends that we would never let any boy or man come between us.
I try and flatten my hair out some so that it doesn't look a hot mess before getting myself together. I have to text my sister. I’m going to give her an earful about this. Taking a deep breath, I open the bathroom door, poking my head out to look both ways. A woman walks by, giving me a funny look.
“Hi.” I smile at her. She only looks more confused as she continues walking. I’m starting to wonder if anyone likes my sister around here. Since I stepped foot inside this place, the people here seem to be avoiding me at all costs. No one has gone out of their way even to say hello. Every time they see me they act busy. You’d think I was the boss or something.