A buzzing sound interrupted us. An electric crackled voice stopped us dead. "Mr. Holt, is everything okay? The elevator is being called to the lobby and needs to continue its descent." Reality hit me so hard my head actually thudded against the wall. How come in movies and books this shit never happens?
"I don't want to stop," he breathed hard against my ear, then pulled away from me, still struggling for air.
"Boss. Boss. You are my boss," was all I could say, making him stagger back away from me. I'm crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy. I wanted him to kiss me more. I was too damned scared to say it. He's had Sophia, for God sake, why the hell would he want me?
"Yes. We're fine," he hissed, pressing the elevator button down, chest still rising and falling quickly.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered, touching my fingers to my lips. They were swollen and wet.
His stunned eyes stared unblinking into mine. "That was soul wrenching."
I needed to get home and forget about him. This sexy man who makes me forget all about Kevin with the best first kiss I had ever felt. Then slammed me with a soul wrenching comment. Whether it was meant to be good or bad, it didn't matter. This man was my boss. Period. There could be no soul wrenching going on.
I had no idea how I made it through the rest of the workday. I remembered nothing of it until I found myself home, alone in my apartment; the outside sounds of the street and world a small hum in the distance.
With my lips still burning and body still aching, I opened my laptop and started typing. My mother was right, and so was Mandy. I needed a man. One to go out with, and have fun with, maybe even have meaningless sex with. I needed to forget about Kevin and being married and everything I might have had if it weren't for his stupid infidelity.
27-year-old bitter bitch that just found her fiancé banging a younger, hotter model needs a well-endowed man not afraid to hammer her till the break of fucking dawn.
Yeah. That’s perfect. I'll email Mandy and ask for input on it tomorrow.
Yes. Tomorrow. There's going to be a new and improved Lexa around.
11
Jameson
“I’ve been making way too many sober decisions. I’m gonna need a beer as cold as my ex’s heart.” @Kavon #Brrrr
I put more chocolate on her desk. I didn't even think she knew it had been me putting it there the whole time, but she ate it all the same. The kiss…I messed up. Christ, she's all I think about. God only knew what was going on in that head of hers. I knew it was too soon for her to want someone else. Hell, she was probably still going to end up marrying that jackass.
What the? There was something on her desk.
A singles profile?
I had five minutes to get to our content conference. I fisted the stupid singles ad in my hand and stormed into the meeting, utterly outraged. She was going to brush off that kiss? For some computerized matchmaking adventure? Hell no. Not happening.
She was dressed for work in one hell of a sexy outfit. It wasn’t even the outfit that was sexy. It was her making the outfit look sexy. Jesus. This woman was tearing me up with that body.
The papers fluttered out of my grasp and my hands itched to touch her. I tried to get her attention as I bent down and yanked them up off the floor in a fury. I was fuming inside. Livid. I called her last night—she never called me back. Apparently, I gave her the shittiest kiss in history and she'd rather find some serial killer from a dating website. I walked up to her and shoved the papers into her hands. "What the hell is this?" I hissed in her ear.
Her eyes just about popped out of her skull. "You went through my desk? First you say crap to that asshole, now this?" She jammed her hands on her hips like she was just about to throw down with me.
"Oh stop. I came to see you this morning. It was right on top of your little calendar thingy and I read it." She stood there giving me the stink eye as if my excuse wasn't good enough for her. "Fuck yes I looked at your shit. God, you stand there and look like…I can’t even make something up, you're all distracting looking. Anyway, what is this?" I demanded, flicking the paper an inch away from her face.
"Are you illiterate?" she asked, eyes darting around the room to see who was listening.
I moved in closer and growled, "It's a FindingLove website application. Lexa, you don't need this crap."
"Everybody thinks it's a good idea. They match your personalities with people who are like you," she whispered.
"Where the hell is the fun in that? There's no way you should be doing that. I can't in good faith sit back and watch this atrocity unfold. No way. I will not be held responsible if one of those suitors turns out to be an axe-wielding thumb-sucking monster, or another Trager, or some rambling incoherent bore who would never kiss you the way I kissed you yesterday."
Her eyes almost defied the laws of biology they bulged so far out of her skull.
"Stop. It's scary enough, okay. Just talking about going back to the dating scene is terrifying. Why people feel the need to be with someone is beyond me. I had nightmares last night of huge cocked mutants dragging me to dates at my almost mother-in-law’s house. And you are my boss. We will never mention that silly little kiss again."
"What?" I growled.
"I said silly little kiss," she whispered through gritted teeth.
“I wasn’t asking what because I’m deaf. I’m asking it so you have another chance to change that dumbass answer. Silly kiss, my ass,” I snapped, crumpling up the singles ad in her face and tossing it. Her face blanched white. Shit. I stepped back, utterly horrified by the way I just acted toward her. I was…I was growling.
People filed in, talking and laughing. Sophia rolled her eyes in Lexa's direction. "Hello, James. You look awful. What happened? Haven't been sleeping well?" she smirked as she walked past us.
"I spent the night thinking about something silly,” I growled. Jesus. I was still growling. Clenching my teeth together, eyes boring into Lexa’s, and answering the whore at the same time, “Goddamn silliest thing that ever happened to me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it." Lexa stared at me, biting down on her lip so she didn't smile. She stumbled back, taking the first seat she could grab onto at the conference table.
I watched her move. Listened to her talk. Listened as my father ranted about ratings, advertisement, and marketing. Sophia tried to take over the conference with ideas about the elusive Alex Kavon and I realized that was the exact reason she was screwing Trager. She was trying to climb up the ladder here, trying to use Trager to get to Alex. She really acted as if she thought Trager was Alex. Maybe Lexa wouldn’t even know if Kevin was Alex.
Lexa interrupted her as if she wasn’t even there, “Mr. Holt I would really appreciate the chance to show you a column or two of what I’ve been working on. I think…”