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Between inventories, future menus, supply orders and contracts, I was so busy that I ignored the knock that sounded at the office door after ten at night. Anything important was supposed to be deferred to Addison, and if he needed something, he would just walk in.
As a matter of fact, when the door opened without me answering, he was the person I expected to see on the other side.
Definitely not Drew.
“I know you’re not ignoring me, right?” she asked, stepping in and closing the door behind her. She looked good as fuck, in an oversized sweater and boots that came up to her thighs, lips painted red, her braids down and flowing around her shoulders. “You didn’t get my message from the club?”
“I got your message,” I told her, looking up from my laptop. “And I put you on ice. Your ass needed a timeout for that shit you posted on social media.”
She frowned. “What the hell are – ohh.” Her sexy full lips pulled into a grin as she sauntered up to the desk. “You saw that, huh?”
“I did. And I wasn’t amused.”
I was a little amused.
It still wasn’t exactly my vibe though, so I didn’t want to give her the impression it was cool.
“Oh,” she smirked. “So… what, you’re pissed at me or something?”
“I didn’t say that. I said you needed a time out.”
“Ahhh, so… I’m in trouble is what you’re saying?”
I shrugged. “Sure. We can go with that.”
“Got it. So… I’m guessing you really wouldn’t like it if I did… this,” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached across the desk, pushing my laptop closed as she rounded it, taking a seat on the desktop. “I mean, if I’m gonna be in trouble, it should at least be for something I did on purpose, right?”
I sighed. “You’re right – I really don’t like this shit. Are you done now?”
“Nope.” Still wearing that wicked-ass expression, she leaned over and swept everything on the desktop off, onto the floor. “Whatcha gonna—”
Whatever little smart remark she was about to make, she stopped when I abruptly stood from my chair, getting right in her face. “Why are you playing with me?” I asked, planting my hands on either side of her, trapping her.
“I don’t like being ignored.”
“I don’t like my business in the streets.”
“Then we understand each other a little better now, don’t we?” she asked, murmuring those words against my lips as her hands snaked between us, grabbing my dick through my slacks. Drew bit down on her lip, staring up at me with wide eyes as she stroked along my length. “How can I make it up to you?”