Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
She’s something special, that’s for sure. When I first laid eyes on her yesterday, I thought she was gorgeous. When she started talking, she showed us how smart she is. Then, she showed us how daring, receptive, and … flexible she is.
Jansen and I have shared a couple of women before, but never in a work setting. Cars aren’t usually my style either, but they are when Ana Flores is involved.
“Oh god, oh Derek.” Her head has fallen back against the seat, and her nipples are so hard they’re poking against her shirt. When I lean in and run my teeth over one of those enticing points, Ana bites back her cry, but it turns into a series of moans as her pussy starts to throb around my fingers.
I take her through her orgasm, loving how she looks and feels, and wishing it was my cock inside her instead. It will be, soon enough.
When her pleasure recedes, she’s flushed and dazed. I slowly slip out of her and bring one of my wet fingers to her bottom lip, where I press until she opens for me. She blinks back surprise, then holds eye contact as she sucks my finger clean. When she’s finished, she drags her teeth along my skin, then gives me a bite.
I come very close to flipping her around in her seat and burying my cock inside her wet pussy, but it wouldn’t benefit Community Bean for one of its CEOs to get arrested for public indecency.
“So when can you start?” I ask as I pull my finger free. “I assume you’ll need to give two weeks’ notice.”
Her nostrils flare and she pushes her shoulders back, which only serves to draw my eye to her chest once more. “I never said I was going to work for you. You think you can just give me an amazing orgasm and I’ll do whatever you want?” As I stare back at her, she continues. “Do all of your and Mr. Bennett’s job interviews lead to sex?”
“Of course not. Do yours?”
“Of course not!”
“Good. We’re on the same page.” With no forethought, I reach over and slip my hand under the waistband of her skirt to find the strap of her panties. Then I push aside the neckline of her blouse so I can see her bra. “You’re wearing sexy lingerie again. Did you think I’d be coming to see you?”
“What?”
“I assume you wore sexy underwear to the interview because of us.”
Her eyes are wide with disbelief. “I’d never met you!” When I shrug, she says, “You thought I was trying to seduce you during the interview?”
“That’s what you did.”
Now her eyes narrow on me and her cheeks go red. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
Again, I shrug, if only because I’m enjoying getting her fired up. “That’s how I remember it.”
“I remember your partner telling me to unbutton my blouse.” She’s angry now, and exasperated, and maybe a little embarrassed, probably remembering the comments she made just before Jansen told her to take her clothes off.
I was ninety-nine percent sure that she didn’t come to our office with any motive yesterday, and her reaction now proves my assumption. She wears incredibly sexy undergarments, though, and I’m also going to assume they’re not for the benefit of a boyfriend, because I can tell she’s not the type of woman to cheat.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” I say. “What will it take to get you to work for us?”
She leans back toward the passenger door, studying me with her sparkling brown eyes. “Why do you want me to work for you so badly? If I were to take the job—and I’m definitely not saying I would—but if I did, we wouldn’t ever be doing this—” She gestures to her lap where I know her pussy is still clenching for me, wanting more. “—ever again.”
Yeah, I don’t believe that, but I’ll let her think what she wants.
CHAPTER 8
ANA
“You have all the right qualifications,” Derek says. “Though you haven’t managed a department yet, we think you’re capable. You impressed us at the interview.”
This is more words than I’ve heard Derek say at once, and though it sounds like high praise, and I’d typically be flattered if a prospective employer had confidence in my not-yet-proven management abilities, I can’t help but feel like this is still all about sex. Or desperation. Maybe I’m not the first applicant to have turned down their job offer.
A mischievous little thought crosses my mind, one that I’m pretty sure will bring this conversation to an end. I name a salary request that’s quite a bit larger than what they offered me yesterday. It’s a big number, one that will no doubt be denied.
“Okay,” Derek says without even blinking.
I’m sure he sees the shock in my eyes, but I manage to keep my mouth from dropping open. “Okay?” The number I named is way beyond the range that was noted in their job listing.