"Mr. Morgan, I’m sorry."
We both bend down to pick up the fallen papers. I scoop up the pile and hand them to her. "You can call me Liam, Holly."
“Oh, please,” I hear Sam mutter under her breath, and I swing my head to give her a death stare. In reply, she rolls her eyes and I can mentally hear her screaming, seriously.
I know I know. I never let any of my employees call me by my first name.
"Oh, okay. Um, I just had a question about the past designer’s approval."
"I told you that you could veto all that."
"I know, but it seems she has already called ahead to some painters who are coming tomorrow and they won’t let me cancel."
"Let's talk back in the conference room." I place my hand on the small of her back and lead her back to the conference room.
“Oh, don’t worry, we can talk later, Liam,” Sam calls out sarcastically.
“Now what's going on with the painter?" I ask once I close the door behind us.
"I tried to tell them there was no way we're painting this whole place eggshell, but they wouldn't listen."
Fucking eggshell.
"Like who in their right mind agrees to paint a whole building eggshell when they can just do white. There's too much crème color in egg and is meant more for residential…” Her mouth shuts. "Oh, unless that's what you wanted. It did have your approval signature on it."
Oh Red, what am I going to do with you?
"It's not mine. Listen, I'll handle it, and again, as I said, use your vision. I mean unless it's going to result in hot pink and neon yellow walls."
She snaps her fingers. "Darn. You took the ideas right out of me." She pouts. "Though I was thinking of a cool Avengers theme in your office.
"Oh, you already got jokes."
"Too much too soon?" She giggles. The sound goes straight to my dick.
"No.” I brush my hand down her arm and she shivers under my touch. “Not at all."
"In all seriousness, I know it seems boring but I was thinking white. It will brighten up this place a lot from the gray monotone it has and also the eighties pink that lingers around.”
"Would you believe that's exactly what I wanted?"
"It's so simple so you don't really need me, do you?"
"Oh, trust me I do.”
For reasons I can’t figure out yet.
"Yeah, I mean I guess you do because let's talk about the bathrooms." She shakes her head with a look of disgust. "Your poor employees should not have to go to the bathroom in that horrid mess. Black toilets and pink walls. They should've been updated at least five to ten years ago for health reasons." She blushes, and I laugh.
"Health reasons? They're outdated, but I swear they are clean. Also, it assures nobody is hanging out in the bathroom and not working."
"Please tell me I'm allowed to update them.” She’s fluttering her eyes, practically begging me for permission.
For a second, my mind drifts to her on her knees begging for my cock. Fuck. What is wrong with me?
I clear my throat harshly and step back, clearing my mind of my daydream. "Yes. This whole building. I want to finally put my identity on it."
This time I am going to do it my way, my ideas, not my dad’s. Maybe it’s why I subconsciously fucked things over with Angela by breaking my golden rule of not sleeping with employees.
Though Holly is looking tempting, especially as she licks her lips.….
My phone beeps in my pocket, and it’s the distraction I need to draw me away from Holly’s wet, pink lips. The ones enticing me to break all my rules. Again.
“Excuse me.” I pull my phone from my back pocket and step away.
“No problem.” She smiles sweetly and makes herself busy.
I slide open the screen and I have an urgent text from my cyber threat team. They are asking to see me right away, which is never good.
“Shit,” I mutter.
"Everything okay?" Holly asks as I shove my phone back in my pocket.
“Yes, everything is fine. I need to go meet with one of my teams. I will handle the painters after this meeting.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Just text me if you need anything else.”
“Will do, boss.” She gives me a nod, but a conflicted look quickly passes through her gorgeous green orbs. It makes me curious to what it is about, but I don’t have time to question her.
I back out of the conference room and I’m sliding through my contacts on my phone when I’m momentarily distracted by Holly’s ass through the glass panels as she bends over to pick up her fallen pencils.
Damn, I am in trouble.
My phone beeps and Sam’s name appears on my screen with a new text.
SAM: You're still staring at her.
I glare back at Sam's office and she’s on the office line. She gives me a little wave and I type back.
Just get back to work before I fire you.
Sam: If you fire me, who will clean up your drool trail. Liam
I can hear her mocking tone through the text message.
Go to work.
Sam: You can see me working. Now stop creeping on the poor girl.
I mentally flip her off and shove my phone back into my pocket. I give Red one last look before I head to seventh floor to deal with my team.
I have come to realize that having Holly here is going to be hard with my addictive personality. Because after only being around her for this short of
