Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“How many people?” Callum asks, his tone brisk and businesslike.
“Thirty-five. Nothing too crazy,” I say, glancing up from my computer screen. I’m typing up the Banquet Event Order (BEO) for the upcoming function with the Mayor. Callum is breathing down my neck about the details, while Griffin sits in the corner of my office, a thoughtful smile on his face.
“I’m thinking we should do something different for this party. Something that sets us apart,” Griffin says, catching our attention.
“Like what?” Callum asks, his curiosity piqued.
“We need to have the best for them. Top-of-the-line menu, top-of-the-line drink choices. You all should create a signature drink just for them. Or maybe name one of the beers after them—something you haven’t released yet. Just for the party,” Griffin suggests, standing from his seat and pacing the room as he speaks. “Something that shows we go above and beyond for our guests.”
“I love that,” I say, beaming at the idea.
Callum nods in agreement. “Me too. I’m going to get with Shepherd and Brock on developing something special. Brock just developed a new coffee porter—we can name it for the party.”
“Yes, I love that idea. They’re all a bunch of office workers, so we can play with the coffee and work theme.” I shake my head, thinking. “Or we can gear it toward the travel destination aspect of Atta Boy.”
Griffin points at me, his eyes lighting up. “Yes. Great idea. The Perfect Porter. Or something that encapsulates everything Atta Boy stands for.”
Callum agrees. “I’ll see what the guys say.” He leaves the office, heading off to brainstorm with Shepherd and Brock.
I turn back to Griffin, who is now looking at me with a different kind of intensity. His eyes have gone from excited to something much deeper, and it sends a thrill through me.
“You know,” I say, stepping closer to him, “your idea really could set us apart.”
Griffin smiles, closing the distance between us. “I’m glad you think so. We need to always be thinking ahead, staying innovative.”
“Absolutely,” I reply, feeling the electricity between us.
He wraps an arm around me, peering over his shoulder to make sure the office door is closed. “I need you, Anya.”
My eyes widen. “We can not do it in here,” my voice trails off, and I quickly add, “again.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Stay at my place tonight.” He tugs on me, bringing me closer. “Please. Don’t make me beg.”
I raise a brow. “I kind of like it when you beg,” I say with a light laugh.
He brushes his mouth against my ear, causing a cascade of shivers to race down my spine. “I’ll beg you all night long. I’ll beg you to spread those long, luscious legs of yours so I can eat your pussy. I’ll beg you to suck me off with that magic mouth of yours.”
I’m so turned on. “I will,” I say, letting him know I’m game for all of it. Staying the night. Spreading my legs. Hell, I may kneel right here and right now to watch him get off while I suck his dick.
I love watching the faces he makes when I suck him. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. Like he’s never been so turned on in his life.
His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he pulls away. He reaches for his phone out of his chef’s jacket pocket. “It’s Tripp. I told him to come find me when he gets to work today.”
“Yeah. We shouldn’t be doing this here at work.” I smile at him. “I’ll stay over tonight.”
He breathes a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait.” And then he heads out of my office door, and I sink back into my office chair.
I’m becoming so addicted to this man. I really can’t keep my feelings for him hidden much longer.
Chapter 22
Griffin
I contemplate the menu for the Mayor’s party as I flip the burgers that have been ordered for lunch. Tripp walks back into the kitchen with that sour puss look on his face that seems to be permanent these days.
“Just waiting on those burgers,” he says, leaning against the counter and pulling out his phone.
“Tripp,” I say, holding up my spatula. “I’ve given you time. I’ve yelled. I’ve worked you to the bone. I’ve tried talking to you. I’ve kept your secret of being arrested. Yet, you’re still moping around, stuck in your head. It’s time man, tell me what the hell is going on with you.”
He sighs and pushes his phone back into his pocket. He glances at me and I see sadness or maybe hurt in his eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”
I quickly get the burgers off, placing them on the buns. “Please, I wish you would.”
“Have you ever liked someone and at first you felt like they had no idea you existed and then you realize there’s something huge standing in the way and you know your luck has run out?”