Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

Blake gestures for me to follow him into his office. I clutch my notepad and pen to my chest. I’ll need to take a few minutes later to review my notes and type them into my computer.

The door shuts behind me, and Blake gestures to a chair. I still get the feeling he doesn’t like me, or maybe he just doesn’t trust me. It’s a little sad, because I want him so badly. Even if he doesn’t want me, would he at least consider some phone sex?

When I take my seat, he rounds his desk to sit on the other side.

“Like the others, I have reports I need first thing in the morning. Filing and the like, which we’ll get to. Since it’s Monday, we need to turn in the grocery order so they can deliver. The first delivery I’ll walk through with you and help you put away everything.”

I release the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “That would be great.”

He leans back in his chair and stares at me for a moment. Those green eyes taking me all in. “Did you enjoy working at Taylor’s?”

Fuck, I kind of hoped we would skip this whole thing. Hunter trapped me in that hallway, and Blake probably wonders why. But I also don’t want to seem like someone who would cry sexual harassment, since these guys had a previous lover who tried to blackmail them.

“Taylor’s was a good experience for me. They allowed me some autonomy with what I worked on and made sure I learned more of the business and not just small sections, like some of my internships.” I manage to keep the smile on my lips.

“Do you have a history with Hunter Adams?” Blake raises his eyebrow.

“Did I work with him? Yes.” I’m not sure what he wants from me, and I’m not answering unasked questions.

“Were you sexually involved with him?” Blake leans forward. His face is like stone.

“No. Never.” My heartbeat quickens.

“Are you planning on being sexually involved with him?” Blake’s eyes are hard.

“No, definitely not.” I push out a breath before lifting my gaze to his. “Hunter kept trying to make something happen between us, but I have never been and will never be interested in him like that.”

Frankly, he creeps me out, but I won’t tell my boss that about our potential new client. I’m treading a fine line here. I’m new and Hunter is now a customer. I don’t know these men, but I know they’ve been blackmailed by a woman claiming sexual harassment. Blake seems the most unsure about me and I don’t want to give him any reason to dislike me.

“Good.” Blake relaxes and spends the rest of our time together showing me how to place the grocery order, what documents are important on my computer, and anything else he needs me to do.

Unlike the others, Blake barely touches me and doesn’t even give me so much as a heated look. He seems less than impressed with me. I can’t help but feel a little rejected by the time we stand to go back to my desk.

When he leaves me alone to wait for Seth, I decide to go refresh the coffee and get another cup. Today is going to be a long day. I need a little burst of energy to get me through the rest.

I’ve just started a new pot when Cooper comes into the break room.

“How’s your day going?” Cooper’s blue eyes pin me in place as they trail over my figure. That heat that’s always on simmer boils to the surface. He manages to sweep away the cold bits Blake left behind.

“Keeping up. Need a little caffeinated help.” Smiling, I gesture to the coffee brewing. “How’s your day?”

“Not as fun as this morning.” He stalks toward me. I catch my breath in anticipation. His arms cage me against the counter, and he studies the coffee machine, which begins sputtering. His finger comes up and traces my bottom lip. Sparks light up beneath his touch.

My pulse races as my eyes meet his.

“What should we do while we wait for coffee?” He lowers his head toward mine, and I nearly go up on my tiptoes to meet him. I grip his solid biceps. His mouth brushes mine briefly before he dips down to kiss me behind my ear.

My breath bursts out of me as tingles race along my veins. His hands remain on the counter, trapping me in, but I like this feeling. I like him stalking me and pouncing. His tongue trails down the side of my neck.

“Put your hands on my hips, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin.

I follow his instructions and pull his hips against mine. His hard cock presses against my stomach, and I grow wet from the solidness of him. He chuckles against my throat, sending waves of need through me.

His lips close on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He sucks and nibbles and bites me there until I’m a hot mess beneath him. The coffee stops brewing. He lifts his mouth from my neck to hover over my lips, so close but not touching. An ache pulses between my thighs.

“Time to get back to work.” He grabs my ass in his hands and pulls me against him one last time before releasing me and filling his cup of coffee.

Heat swirls through me. Desire is thick and heavy in my belly as he holds the coffee pot toward me like he wants to pour for me. He’s going to be dangerous to my sanity. Always teasing. I take a deep breath and grab my cup to hold out for him.