That was okay. The woman was busy, even Mia could see that and appreciate the pressure she was under. Plastering her smile back on her face she went back over to the security guard and flashed her card at him. “I have my security pass,” she said. “Just scan it at the elevator and you’ll be good to go,” he replied gruffly. “Thanks for your help,” Mia said, practically skipping past him to the bank of elevators. She joined the queue and when the elevators opened she slid her card past the reader with all the others as they boarded the lift and pressed the button for The Playbook. With her back to the side of the elevator car, she tried to adjust her underwear which had begun to slip down her hips in an alarming way. She would have to throw them out at the end of the day, there was no way she was going to go through another day hitching up her panties. It was time to retire them. The doors opened and she pushed through the crowded elevator to escape onto her floor and took a br
He remembered the way she tasted when he ran his tongue along the side of her neck, when he kissed her lips when he buried his face between her legs. It washed over him like it had been only last night and not months ago. The sounds she made when he pulled her stiff nipple into his mouth, the sharp prick of her fingernails as she gripped his shoulders. He remembered the scent of her hair and her arousal and the way she’d urged him to take her, to thrust into her harder, to give her more. He felt his body reacting involuntarily to the vivid scenes playing through his head. His breathing became raspy, his skin flushed with heat and his cock hardened in his pants, pressing against the zipper trying to break free and get to her. Fu-uck. He could still feel the way she squeezed around his hard length as she came. He could still feel the slick glide of her body against his. He could still see the dark, heady look in her eyes as he held himself above her with the moonlight streaming th
Mia felt like an exotic animal at the zoo as everyone—everyone except Liam—turned to look at her. She swallowed thickly, her throat dry, and tried not to fidget with her skirt. No one could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear, right? Her skirt fell to below her knees and it was a substantial black wool with a satin lining, completely un-see-through, but still, she felt naked. Going commando always sounded so badass—uh, so bad-to-the-bone but no one ever said it would feel like the people around her suddenly developed x-ray vision and could see everything that was now on display. She forced a confident smile to her face as Carter introduced her and looked around the table at the people who were now her colleagues. Woohoo! She had colleagues. Finn gave her a wink and she felt the stiffness in her shoulders relax slightly. Liam still hadn’t looked at her, too dagnabbit concerned with whatever was on his phone to even acknowledge her. “Hi everyone,” she managed to squeak out w
Mia sat back down, her elbow gently brushing Liam’s. He jerked away from her like she stung him and the rejection pierced her. Maybe he did remember her after all and maybe those memories were not the glowing bubbles of satisfaction and endless orgasms that Mia’s were. Maybe the reason he wasn’t looking at her had more to do with embarrassment than amnesia. Maybe he couldn’t believe he’d hooked up with someone like her and he was hoping she wouldn’t call any attention to the fact that they’d once known each other in the biblical sense. He didn’t want his friends and colleagues to know he’d stooped so low as to spend a night with her. Mia tried to listen as Carter asked each of the people around the table to share their progress on whatever they were working on, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Liam and the situation she’d found herself in. She should have turned down the job offer. What the H-E-double-L had she been thinking when she said yes? It was just another ex
“We need the right subject. Someone who has enough pull to draw readers in.” Liam nodded, what Carter was saying was true, but there was something about Carter’s tone that rubbed against Liam in an unpleasant way. Carter was up to something and Liam knew whatever it was would end up being a big pile of steaming shit for him to deal with. Carter was a master at dumping his friends in it and then standing back to watch the show. Carter smiled and for a flash, Liam saw the vampire brother from that ridiculous vampire show who so many people thought was Carter’s doppelgänger. Stefan or Steven or something. And now Liam knew for sure Carter had something up his sleeve. He was doing what he did best—he was playing the room, drawing his audience in, and setting them up so that when he sprung the trap, everyone would be so enamored with his idea that they would agree without argument. But Liam was wise to his machinations and he had no intention of jumping on the Carter Crazy Train.
Liam growled again and Mia rolled her lips together. “She’s not wrong,” Finn muttered. “And how exactly does that work…I mean, what is the thought process? Do you think it was just the first thing at hand or was it something more? A kink, maybe? A dessert kink that we know nothing about.” “Did they use an entire cheesecake or just a slice?” Jack mused, adding to the ridiculous conversation that was slowly driving Liam crazy. “Answering that question would probably go a long way to answering whether it was a spur-of-the-moment decision or premeditated.” “Can you even do that, though?” Parker asked. “Order an entire cheesecake from room service? Don’t you have to buy it by the slice—” “Enough!” Liam roared. At this point, he would never be able to look at another slice of cheesecake, let alone eat one. He did not want to know the details of Darius Carathurs’s close personal encounter with two promotion girls and a cheesecake. “I hope it wasn’t cookies and c
Thank the Lord above for HR. Mia didn’t think she’d ever thought those words before or would again, but right at that moment she would have gladly gotten down on the ground and prostrated herself before Becca, the HR manager, for saving her from the meeting from H-E-double-L. “Okay, so this is your security access card,” Becca said handing Mia a branded ‘The Playbook’ card similar to the visitor one she got from reception earlier. “Don’t lose it or Carter will lose his shit. It’s a big deal to get a new one and, you know, deactivate the old one, so it’s best just to make sure you don’t lose it.” Mia nodded, taking the card and slipping it into the special pocket of her handbag where she kept all her important stuff. “I need you to sign these contracts and read through all this stuff from the Fair Work Ombudsman and our workplace policies on bullying, sexual harassment, etcetera. We need your tax file number and your bank account details so we can pay you, and your firstborn chil
With the way her mind went completely gaga around Liam, that could be disastrous and only make the awkward situation awkwarder…was that even a word? She didn’t know, but she was using it. It suited the situation perfectly. If she didn’t have a solid plan worked out by the time Liam came back into his office she would definitely end up making the whole thing more awkward than it already was. She walked around Liam’s office, her fingers grazing the surface of his desk the bureau, and the window sill that had a spectacular view of the city. She could smell his aftershave and practically feel his presence in the room without him even being there. It wasn’t helping her come up with the words she needed or the strategy to make things less awkward between them, but she couldn’t deny she liked having this moment alone in his office to soak him in. Raised voices coming from one of the other offices made her stop and turn. The door was still open and she could see the other staff looking in