I shrug my shoulders. “She needs to make sure we have water and shit.”
He slaps his hand down on the table and bursts out laughing. “You have it so bad for her, and you don’t even know it yet.”
“I don’t have anything bad. She almost killed me! I have to make her life a living hell.” But he doesn't say anything; he just continues laughing. “She fucking put something in my Coke, and I thought I was shitting out my organs.”
He wipes the tears from the corner of his eyes. But just then the door is thrown open, and Noah saunters in. “What are you guys laughing about?” he asks, plopping himself down in the chair that Steven just vacated.
“Austin’s PA put something in his Coke, and he had the shits all night long,” John says between fits of laughter.
“It wasn’t all night long; it was till there was nothing left inside of me,” I correct him while Noah chuckles.
“Wow. I thought my PA hated me,” Noah says.
“She caught you fucking her mother on your desk,” I remind him.
“She didn’t knock. It wasn’t my fault.” He points at me.
“You had sex with her the day before,” I also point out.
He shrugs his shoulders, thinking nothing more of it. “At least she didn’t try to kill me.”
“She put your face on a billboard with your home address and open invitation for free lodging for the homeless,” John comments, still laughing.
“We don’t know if it was her,” I tell him. “I know that Lauren gave me something, that’s the difference here.”
“And didn’t you infect her computer with porn viruses?” John asks. “Barbara says you’re paying JP for that visit yourself, by the way.”
“You got her computer with porn? Oh, my fuck, you like her!” Noah accuses.
“How can I like someone who almost killed me? She also hates the fact of my very existence on this earth. Not to mention that she didn’t even answer my texts last night.”
“You texted her after hours?” Noah asks, confused.
“I needed her to pick up my dry cleaning.” I’m making excuses right now that are so lame not even I'm buying them. “Besides, you text your PA at night.”
“Yes,” Noah confirms. “For sex.”
I throw my hands up when they both laugh at me, then I look at my watch. “I'm not doing this. I have to get ready for Dani’s meeting.”
“Oh yes, that’s right. The meeting Lauren has to ‘prepare’ for.” John even uses his hands to make air quotations. Noah continues laughing. Those bastards.
“Fuck off, the both of you.” I storm out of the conference room and run straight into Lauren. I wrap my arms around her so she doesn't fall; one arm wraps around her waist easily, while the other brings her closer to me.
Her body fits mine perfectly. Her head tilts back, and I look into her eyes. They are startled at first, but then they turn softer. “Sorry,” she says, and I get a whiff of her berry sent. If I bent just a bit, my lips would touch hers. I would be able to find out if that shiny, pink lip gloss of hers tastes like strawberries. I’d find out how those plump lips feel against mine and if I could get her to light up for me. Maybe then I’d finally figure out how she really feels.
All these thoughts are running through my mind, and I decide I’m going to go for it, to finally scratch this itch that has been taunting me since the moment she got out of her car on the side of that road. Before I can do it, though, the conference room door opens and Noah and John both come walking out. Their laughter stops the second they take in the scene before them.
“Hey,” John says. Lauren pushes herself away from me.
“Hi, John. I wasn’t watching where I was going and slammed into Austin. He caught me before I fell.” She’s babbling so fast and nervously, I don’t think she realizes that it just makes us look even guiltier. “I’ve got to set up for the meeting. Excuse me,” she rushes out, walking past them.
“Dude, cover that shit up.” Noah points to my crotch, where it’s plain to see that I’m, once again, at full mast. They both start laughing at me.
I walk away from them, shaking my head while I attempt to cover my hard-on.
Walking into my office, I slam the door. Fuck me, I can still feel her full tits pressed to my chest. I rub my hands on my face. Shit!
I stay in my office and out of sight until I change into my black suit. I tuck my white shirt in and thread my black leather belt through the belt loops of my pants.
I grab the file and walk to the conference room, where I hear Lauren’s laughter.
I open the door and see that she is talking to Dani. “Well, I’m glad I could help,” she says then looks at me. “If you need me, you can call me.” She gets ready to leave.
“Why don’t you stay and take notes?” I ask while I go to the head of the table and take a seat.
“Sure,” she replies and takes the seat to my left, leaving Dani to sit on my right.
Dani opens the plans for the restaurant first. “Now, if you look here, you can see that we added some booths upstairs that can be used for lunch or supper.”
I look at the plans, but then I feel a prickle in my balls. So I adjust myself in the seat, while she continues. “One thing I was thinking was that for supper, we can do a Tapas menu upstairs and at the bar, and stop serving at eleven. Which is good, since we won’t have to move anything. We can also use the booths for a VIP section.” She continues talking, but I’m having trouble focusing on her words, because my balls are starting to burn.
So, I pull my pants
