Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I take a deep inhale when I open the door and step in, hearing soft music coming from her office. “Hello,” I call out and then hear the music stop before she sticks her head out of the doorway. My heart speeds up for a whole different reason when I see her face. The tightness of my chest comes on full force now; it’s a tightness I’m getting lately whenever I think of her and not having her.
“Hey,” I say and a smile now fills her face. Her blue eyes light up and then she comes into the room and my eyes stupidly give her the once up and down. My cock springs to action the minute I see her legs in that charcoal miniskirt she’s wearing. It hugs her hips perfectly and looks like it’s been folded over. It’s total class, just like her, and the black silk button-down shirt she is wearing is tucked in and the sleeves have these big cuffs that are tied to make the sleeves puff out.
“This is a surprise.” She steps closer to me and then her scent hits me and my cock becomes even harder. I’m thankful I wore track pants and not jeans.
“I brought lunch,” I mention, holding up the bag, “and I got you something.” I hold up the other bag.
“Kirby,” she says my name softly, just like she said it that night when I slipped into her from behind. When she was on her stomach, I lifted her hips a bit and then slid in. “That was not necessary.”
“The lunch or the gift?” I try to joke with her and she chuckles.
“Both, I think.” She shakes her head. “Kylie isn’t here.”
“Oh, really?” I look over at her office and see that it’s dark. “I thought she was.”
“You’re lying.” She calls me on it right away.
“Okay, fine, I knew she was working from home,” I admit, walking over to the couch and tossing the food bag on the table, “but I’m leaving for five days and I won’t be here for the Monday morning meeting.” I put the other bag down on the table. “So, I thought we could talk about your first week.”
She comes over and sits on the couch, leaning forward. “Okay, all valid points.” She reaches for the blue bag. “But the gift?”
“It’s a welcome-to-the-team gift,” I tell her, sitting next to her but not too close. She pulls the white ribbon off and then puts it gently to the side. I look at her beauty and I want so badly to put my hand on her leg, but I want more to put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me. Just to kiss her softly and have her next to me. I would be happy with just that.
She takes out the white tissue paper and then unwraps the gift, laughing when she turns it over. “It’s a gift that even Kylie will like,” I say when she shakes her head and turns it to face me. It’s a mug that has the picture we took from the ride. “She saw the picture when she came over two nights ago,” I fill her in, “and she took a photo of it with her phone.” I shake my head. “I think she even called and asked if they did live shots.”
“She did,” Lexi says, putting down the cup. “On Monday, after you left, she asked me if you yelled for your life.”
“Anyway, it’s a gift that you can both use, I guess.” I put my hand on the back of the couch instead of around her shoulders.
“No way,” she declares, picking the cup up again, “this is mine. If she wants one, she needs to find out what you want and barter for it.”
“Don’t give her any ideas,” I tell her, leaning forward and opening the bag of food. “I didn’t know if you had eaten,” I mention, handing her one of the wrapped burgers, “so I brought lunch since I just left practice.”
“I actually haven’t stopped.” She reaches for the burger and our fingers graze each other and both of us stop moving. Her eyes fly up to mine to see if I’m as affected as she is. The moment lasts maybe two seconds before she is the first to move away. “Thank you.”
She folds one of her legs under the other before opening the wrapper and taking a bite. “Wow,” she says mid-chew, “this might be the best burger I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah,” I agree, grabbing my own. “It’s a small spot that only the local people know about. They use all fresh ingredients, which is why their burgers are more expensive than others, but you can taste the freshness.” I bite my own piece. “So tell me about this week,” I urge, wanting to know everything she’s done, and not just at work.