“Get some sleep, Cassie. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Is that an order?” He could hear the smile in her voice, and he chuckled at her playfulness.
“Yeah, baby. It is. You need your rest because I intend to have my way with you again tomorrow.”
“Hmm. I can’t wait.”
Neither could he.
Cassie got out of the shower the next morning and put on a short skirt and low-cut top over her black lingerie. She also sprayed on some perfume, though she didn’t know why she bothered with it. It wasn’t as if Ian would be able to smell her. She left her hair down and applied makeup with tones that accentuated her green eyes. Throwing on a few accessories and her pumps, she was ready.
Ian had told her to get some sleep, and boy, did she ever. Her orgasm was one for the record books, going on and on. The Energizer Bunny had nothing on her.
When she thought back over their conversation, it was hard for her to pinpoint when they both left the house of uncomfortable and barreled right into Hornyville, but she was glad they did. It wasn’t as if he was her boss, or she was his. They were colleagues, each at the same level as the other, but the company did have a policy on interoffice romance. They’d both have to be careful going forward.
Then she laughed. It wasn’t as if either of them had touched the other. A technicality, but one easily argued if the need arose. The fact that he hadn’t even laid a hand on her and he was still able to give her the best orgasm of her life spoke volumes. Volumes!
When she showed up at her office, humming to herself and sipping her coffee, she should have known Sasha’s internal radar would home in on her. Sasha’s head popped up out of her cubicle like a gopher on a golf course, intent on doing the most damage possible. She burrowed her way through the rows, heading straight for Cassie. At least Sasha’s damage was of the non-physical kind.
“Well, well, well, if it ain’t Miss Tucker. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better today.”
Oh right. She did call in sick yesterday. It’d probably seem a little suspicious if she didn’t tone down her chipper attitude. “Yes, I am doing better today. Thanks.” She walked to her cubicle with Sasha in tow.
“And looking better. If that skirt were any shorter, you’d be able to see your cooter-cue.”
“Gawd, Sasha Ann.” Cassie slapped Sasha’s arm as she wagged her eyebrows.
“So what happened?” she whispered.
Cassie tried to sigh, but her smile negated any frustration she tried to show. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep this from Sasha, so she told her the details, minus the Dom/sub stuff, while they both drank their java. Sasha maintained her cool because of where they were. Only her eyes getting bigger showed any signs of emotion. When Richard walked up, they both straightened, and Cassie pulled up some work to cover their private conversation.
“Glad to see you back today, Tucker.”
“Yeah, must’ve been allergies.” She shrugged as she toggled screens, and Sasha made her escape.
“How’s it coming with Cope?”
“Er, Ian is really good. We got all the needed changes documented and submitted to the development team. Should be ready tomorrow for us to test.”
“Good, good. Keep me posted,” he said as he walked off.
An IM from Sasha popped up on Cassie’s laptop.
So you’ve had sex with the man twice now without him actually penetrating you. Can’t say that’s ever happened to me.
Cassie chuckled at Sasha’s comment. What could she say? It was true.
Yeah. And since he lives in another state, I have a feeling that’s the only way we’ll ever have sex.
She didn’t know why the thought of that suddenly bothered her. Okay, so she did know why. Ian was hot, but Cassie was finding herself attracted to him in more ways than just his looks. That didn’t bode well for her unless she wanted a long-distance relationship.
Let’s grab drinks after work. You need to show off that knockout bod of yours.
Cassie laughed. Sure, I’m game.
Cassie’s email dinged, forcing her to check it since she was actually at work and needed to focus on her job. It was a meeting notification from Mac for a status update. In ten minutes. Crap!
Gotta go. Have a meeting in ten with Mac.
All righty. Good luck.
Cassie called the IT guy to set up the video conference, and then she ran to the restroom. Normally she’d make a pit stop before a meeting for the sole purpose of relieving herself, but she had an ulterior motive now. Ian was also listed as an attendee on the meeting notice, so she wanted to make sure she looked killer. Once she freshened up, she grabbed her notebook and laptop and headed to the conference room. The video conference was up when she walked in.
“Good morning, Tucker,” Mac said. “Cope stepped out for a second.” Cassie took a seat and set up her laptop, glancing at the screen to see that Ian was already set up. Then he walked in. “Here he is now.”
Her gaze shot to him when he came into view. Lord have mercy, he was sexy. Tan slacks, fitted shirt, coral tie. His disheveled hair looked as unruly as ever, like he just finished taking a roll in the hay. Yum.
“Good morning, Cassie,” Ian said as he sat at his computer. He was the cool professional, acting as if nothing had happened between them. She felt the tension leave her shoulders in relief. She didn’t anticipate him waltzing in and ordering her to strip, but she really didn’t know what to expect.
“Morning, Ian.” She adjusted in her seat, playing with her necklace while she stole covert glances at him.
“I just wanted to touch base with the
