He bites his lower lip, still staring blatantly at my chest. “I thought when you asked for a few weeks off, you’d met someone rich enough to take you on a cruise.” I smile weakly. “Any boyfriends on the scene?” he adds. I shake my head and take a gulp of my drink. How rude is it to tell your boss’s husband to fuck off? He glances over his shoulder before turning back to me and gently running his finger over my exposed collar bone. “Because I could treat you so good, Eva.”
I pretend to wave at someone and then smile awkwardly at Callum. “Sorry, I’ve been waiting to speak with . . . ” I let my voice trail off as I walk away, shuddering again at his obvious and disgusting offer.
I chat with a few other personal assistants, making sure to avoid Callum every time I move around the room. It’s not the first time he’s made it clear he fancies me. I get the impression he’s like that with most women.
Mr. Calderson stops me. “Eva, can I reschedule that Friday meeting for Monday? I can’t find Michelle anywhere, so could you pass it on to her?” I pull out my cell and change the appointment. It means changing around a few other appointments on Monday, but I’m sure Michelle would want Mr. Calderson to be prioritised.
“Of course. I’ll change that now and update Michelle.” I wander around the wine bar. Michelle seems to have vanished. I lean over the bar and wave at the manager. “Hi, Carlos. Have you seen Michelle anywhere?” I ask. We schedule a lot of meetings in his bar, so Carlos knows us well. He points to the back room, a small area that leads out back to where the deliveries usually come in. Maybe she’s feeling ill? Champagne goes straight to her head.
Stepping out into the alley, I look around. It’s dark and there’re piles of rubbish stacked at one end. I walk further along and freeze when I hear moaning from around the corner. I cover my mouth to hide my sniggering. This could be my big chance to discover who Michelle is having sex with. I press myself against the wall and carefully step closer, then take a deep breath and peer around the wall. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Michelle standing with her hands pressed against the wall, her dress around her waist, and her legs splayed open. Behind her, fucking her fast and hard, is Cree.
My mouth falls open in shock and I steady myself against the wall. I feel dizzy. I can’t take my eyes off them even though I know I shouldn’t watch.
Cree’s never looked as masculine and strong as he does right now, with his large hands gripping her tiny waist. He’s slamming against her so hard, I wonder how she’s even staying upright. Suddenly, he grabs her and turns her to face him, then pushes her to crouch before him. He removes the condom he was wearing and takes his erection in his hand. I marvel at the size of his cock and continue to stare as he moves his hand back and forth. Michelle opens her mouth and he begins to fuck her mouth using the same amount of force that he used moments ago. She gags, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he gets faster and then roars. The sound makes me jump in fright and I move back against the wall, praying the sudden movement didn’t catch their attention.
I begin to creep back towards the bar as quickly as I can. When I get to the door, it’s locked. “Noooo,” I hiss under my breath. “Fuck.” I look back up the alley and pray that Michelle and Cree go back through the main entrance. I tug at the door and then hear the sound of Michelle laughing. I take a deep breath and straighten my shoulders. I march with purpose towards their direction just as they appear around the corner.
I smile. “Michelle, I was looking for you,” I say, waving my cell phone in the air. “Mr. Calderson needs to change his appointment on Friday.” Michelle takes a second to process my sudden appearance. I don’t bother to look at Cree. “The only thing is, he asked for Monday, and you already have the Clemmie family booked in. Shall I send them an email and delay them an hour?”
“Yes, Eva, thank you. I was just getting some air,” she says awkwardly. “Callum’s bodyguard kindly offered to stand with me. You know how I am after a glass of champagne.” I smile in understanding and nod once. “How rude of me. Eva, this is Elijah Cree. Elijah, this is my personal assistant, Eva.” I catch Cree’s eyes. He’s scowling at me—nothing new there. We get to the closed door and I tug, pretending I don’t know it’s locked. Cree nudges me out of the way and produces a key. It opens the door and Michelle sweeps past us and heads inside without a backward glance. I go to follow, but Cree takes my wrist and pulls me back, letting the door close again.
“You didn’t say you worked for NewVision,” he grits out.
“You didn’t tell me you were fucking my boss,” I almost screech. “She’s married!”
“You saw,” he mutters, looking pained.
“Yes, I saw,” I growl through gritted teeth. “She has children.”
“That’s her problem, not mine,” he says.
“You realise that I can go after Lake now,” I say, putting my hands on my hips.
His brow furrows. “How’d ya figure that out?”
“You’re having sex with my boss. You can no longer hold the moral ground over who fucks who.” I stomp past him and march up the alleyway. I’ll just have to go in through the front entrance. I hear his heavy boots gaining on me and resist the urge to break into a run.
“Eva,” he growls, but I continue to march away, ignoring him. “Eva,” he shouts again.
Cree
I pick up my
