Her face scrunches in the most adorable way. She’s clearly not a fan of my choice of lunch spots. For as long as she’s been here, she shouldn’t have to check a notepad to know what I want. I get the same thing every week. I tend to stick to a very tight schedule when I am home. It gives me less stress to know that everything is in order and what to expect with each day.
“I think I might try something different today.” What the hell? Why did I say that? Maybe it’s because I have the sudden urge to make her happy.
“Like Italian?” she suggests. I can see the hopeful look on her face. That look alone has me craving something else. And it's not Italian takeout. It’s her on my desk spread wide as I eat her pussy. Yes, that sounds like the perfect lunch to me.
“Giovanni's?” I suggest instead.
“They aren't open for lunch. Do they even deliver?” She licks those plump lips again. It takes every ounce of control I have not to get up from my chair and taste them again.
“What do you want? I can get it.” She bites on her bottom lip as she thinks it over. Did I just offer to get her lunch? I’m seriously losing my mind. Maybe she’s drugged me or something.
“I’ve only seen the menu online. I’ve never eaten there. It all looks so wonderful. I’m not sure I can choose.”
“Come here, little one.” Without question she walks over toward my desk. I spin my chair, motioning for her to come around my desk. I grip her hips. She lets out a small gasp as I move her, pushing her ass against the edge of my desk. She’s now slightly sitting on the desk between my legs.
My face is within inches of her cunt. It takes all of my willpower to not lean forward and shove it between her thighs. The need to know if she smells of cherries and vanilla there, too, is riding me hard. My cock begs to be let loose as my mouth waters. I try to get myself under control but I can't let her go without getting another taste. “Give me another kiss and I’ll get you everything on their menu.”
“We don’t kiss,” she blurts out, causing me to look up. Her cheeks tint a rosy red and I’d bet all my billions that her nipples are the same color.
I’m only seconds away from ripping open her blouse to see for myself. I abruptly stand so I don’t do that. Not yet, anyway. We’ll get there soon enough.
“We do now.” I lower my mouth to hers, tasting her soft lips. She lets out a small moan as I slip my tongue into her mouth. She melts against me. Her body is as soft as the rest of her. Reluctantly, I pull back, knowing I need to order our food. That if I don’t stop now I’ll have her laid out on my desk naked.
I give her full ass a squeeze. “I’ll order our lunch.” I manage to get out those words, even though I could care less about eating anything but her. She gives me a nod before running out of my office once again.
I know without a doubt that she isn't Mackenzie Davenport. I pick up my phone, making a call to find out exactly who my new little assistant is. It’s obvious she’s her twin but I want to know her name and every other detail there is to know about her.
After my call, I’ll get her lunch as I promised. I no longer feel tired. I feel somewhat invigorated with the thrill of exploring my new assistant. I think I’ll continue to let her play her game. It’s fine by me. But there are new rules and I’m the one making them.
5
Madison
“This is a lot of food,” I say as I hold the door open to Mr. Waldron’s office. Three delivery people carry in handfuls of bags.
“I told you I would order everything off the menu. I’m a man of my word.” He stands from behind his desk, clearing the way for them to pull out all of the containers of food. My stomach lets out a loud growl. My mouth waters with anticipation.
Why did my sister say Mr. Waldron was a jerk? I have no idea what she was talking about. I’d say maybe she doesn't like his kisses but she swears the man has never kissed her before. I lick my lips, thinking about kissing him again. It’s been the only thing I’ve been able to think of since I left his office.
“Come and sit.” Mr. Waldron sits on the long sofa, patting the seat right next to him. I let the door fall closed behind the delivery people, leaving us alone yet again.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” I shut my mouth. Why did I ask that?
“I’m going to feed you for now.” He pats the seat next to him again. “Now come sit with me.” I walk over, watching as he pulls off his suit jacket and tosses it away. He rolls up the sleeves of his button-up shirt before pulling his tie loose.
He pops the top button, making him look even more handsome. For the first time since he walked into work, he looks relaxed. There is one thing I know for sure: Mr. Waldron is nothing like the man my sister told me about.
Slowly I sit down next to him, saying a small prayer that my skirt doesn't rip. I think I miscalculated when I said that I was only ten pounds heavier than my sister. It’s probably all in my hips and ass. I have the fact that I work from home to thank for that.
“I don’t know where to start.” I look at all the food. “This will take all day to eat.” I let out a small laugh.
“Allow me.” He picks up a fork, cutting a piece of ravioli and bringing it to my mouth. I part my lips, letting him feed me. I let out a small moan at the delicious taste that fills my mouth. He continues to feed me one bite after another, letting me try each dish.
“Aren't you going to eat something?” I lick my lips, already filling full.
“I’m not hungry for Italian.” His dark eyes roam over me. My breath hitches and I know he’s insinuating that he’s hungry for me.
“Mr. Waldron-”
“Call me Colt.”
“But my notes say that I call you Mr. Waldron.” That’s what my sister put down. I didn't even know his first name until now. He smirks.
“Notes?” Crap. I’m totally blowing this. Letting him kiss me, feed me, and now letting the name thing slip. My sister is going to kill me. This is all her fault. Never once did she tell me how utterly hot her boss was. One would think this is something you’d mention. The man is irresistible. Especially because he’s so kind and considerate. Mac has him all wrong.
“I like to follow rules and need to have things in order,” I blurt out because that is what my sister likes. In fact, this whole fiasco of me pretending to be her is way out of character for her. She must have been desperate to get out of town. I really should have insisted that she give me more details as to why she needed to leave so quickly. Something fishy is going on with her and I intend to get to the bottom of it. As soon as I figure out how the hell I’m going to manage my growing attraction to her sexy-as-hell boss that's sitting next to me looking as though he’s starved for me.
“I think we’re past first names, little one.” He brings another bite of food up to my mouth.
“Then should you call me Mackenzie?” My stomach turns at the idea.
“No.” He shakes his head. “Definitely not.” His jaw ticks slightly.
“I don’t think I can eat any more, Colt.” He puts the fork down onto one of the plates. His hand comes up to my face, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. I watch as he brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean. My heart starts to race in my chest. I don’t know what to do. I jump up, almost knocking one of the plates off the table. Colt catches it in time.