My brows snap together. “Wow. Tell me how you really feel.”
Heather holds up her hands. “Hey, you asked.” She pauses to take a sip of her drink. “I think you’re in love with your fantasy. There are no risks of getting hurt at Veil.”
“It’s your fault for introducing me to that place.”
“It was only supposed to be one night to forget that asshole Victor.”
“Then why did you give your membership to me?” I argue.
“For backup.” She flicks her wrist. “I guess I didn’t expect you to carry on a relationship with a man you don’t even know. Your fantasy has become your reality, but sooner or later, you’re going to want more. The more time you spend with X, the harder it’s going to be to separate the two.”
Leaning back in my chair, I sigh. “It’s hard not to when we have such great chemistry. Clearly he likes me or he wouldn’t be sending me gifts. Right?”
Heather scoffs. “He’s a fantasy guide, Makayla. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last.”
Well, if that’s not reality slapping me in the face. “Fuck, you’re right. I’m blurring the lines. Maybe I should take Spencer up on that lunch date.”
“That’s a start.”
“Your brother is hot,” I add, biting the inside of my lip to keep from laughing.
Heather narrows her eyes. “He’s your boss.”
“He’s my boss's boss,” I quip.
She purses her lips. “Are you saying you want to fuck my brother?”
“Heather!” I toss my balled-up napkin at her head.
Leaning back in her chair, she crosses her arms over her chest. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she says. “Cannon is a good guy. He’s rich, single, and older. Just your type.”
“Bitch.” I laugh. “I’m not a gold digger. How old is he?”
“Thirty-seven.” She takes a sip of her soda before picking up her sandwich and taking another healthy bite.
“Has he ever been married?”
She shakes her head and covers her mouth as she talks around her food. “He had a girlfriend for like seven years, but they broke up years ago.”
“You guys don’t have the same last name. Different dads?”
“We’re not blood related. His dad married my mom. After they died, Cannon raised me and put me through college.”
“Now I totally want to fuck him.” I smirk, and she snorts. “So it was his dad and your mom in the accident?” I ask.
She nods. “Yep.”
“I know I already said it, but I’m sorry.”
“I know. Thank you.” She shoves the last bite of her sandwich in her mouth.
“Someone worked up one hell of an appetite this weekend.” I grin, and she flips me off.
Chapter Eighteen
Cannon
It's been two days since I formally introduced myself to Makayla. She’s been working for my company for five weeks, and meeting for the first time in the elevator wasn’t exactly what I’d planned. But after seeing her flirting with that kid at the coffee bar, and giving him her number, jealousy had me practically sprinting to catch the elevator.
Standing in the doorway of the break room, I watch Makayla leaning against the countertop, staring off at nothing while heating up her coffee in the microwave. Her blonde hair is pulled back and twisted into a bun at the base of her long slender neck. The neck I’ve kissed over a hundred times in the past six weeks.
My gaze drops to her pert round ass in the fitted dress. Makayla is on the taller side, probably five-eight, and even taller in those expensive red-soled pumps. I bet that fucker Victor bought them for her.
Taking a few steps inside the break room, I clear my throat, reminding myself to use my regular voice and not the soft whisper I normally use when I speak to her. I call it my bedroom voice. “Good morning, Makayla,” I say just as she’s turning away from the counter, hot mug in hand.
She startles, and coffee spills over the top of her cup and onto the floor between us, hitting both our shoes.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” She turns to set her half-empty coffee mug on the counter and grabs a handful of napkins, then squats down to wipe the floor. “Oh, I got it on your shoes.”
“Makayla,” I say a little more firmly.
Her head snaps up, her blue eyes wide, and my cock instantly hardens. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve imagined Makayla on her knees, staring up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust as she’s taking me down her throat. A growl rumbles in my chest as my cock strains against my slacks, begging to slide between those big beautiful lips.
“They’re just shoes.” I offer my hand and help her from the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she says again.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry I startled you.” I shove my hands in my pockets. “If you don’t have anything pressing, we could grab a cup of coffee downstairs.”
“Um, sure. Let me just tell Jane I’m going to grab coffee.”
I head over to the elevator to wait for her. She rounds the corner, and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. The elevator opens and we step inside, standing on opposite sides. I press the button for the lobby and shove my hands in the pockets of my slacks to keep from touching her. Makayla leans against the railing, one leg stretched out, the other bouncing furiously.
“Do you do that a lot?”
She raises her brows. “What?”
I nod to her bouncing knee.
“Sorry,” she says with a tight smile. “It’s a nervous habit.”
“Do I make you nervous?” I smirk.
“A little,” she says softly.
“Why?”
Her brows pinch in confusion. “Um, because you’re the boss?”
I tilt my head. “Is that all?”
She narrows her eyes. “I’m going to kill your sister.”
I bark out a laugh. “Heather didn’t say anything. I’m just messing with you, Makayla.”
She visibly relaxes as the elevator slows to a stop. The doors slide open, and I gesture for her to go first.
“How do you like it here so far?”
