A moment later, the break room door opens and I hear Vandenburgh’s voice. “What are you still doing here, Miss Price? You should’ve been home by now.”
“Forgot my phone here in the break room. Came back to pick it up,” Mindy lies, patting her pocket. Through the crack in the door, I can see her trying very hard to maintain her neutral expression. “Luckily, it was still here!” she adds for good measure.
“Yeah, sure. I’d better not find out you were milking overtime like your lazy friend Brianna,” Vandenburgh grumbles. “If either of you think that your student status means I’ll continue to tolerate your attitudes or performance, you’re sorely mistaken.”
I can see the frustration play across Mindy’s face. “Mr. Vandenburgh, Brianna is a good worker—”
He cuts her off, making me clench my teeth. He’s such an officious prick. “Miss Sayles is holding onto her position purely by my goodwill. If you don’t want to join her on the unemployment line soon, I suggest you stop talking and go home.”
He turns and leaves, and a moment later, Mindy opens the door to the closet, her eyes sparkling in anger. “Can you believe that son of a hoe?”
“Whatever,” I reply, touched that she tried to defend me but not wanting to get into a bitchfest about our jerk of a boss. If I started in about Vandenburgh and all his stupid bullshit, I’d be here all night. And right now, I have other things to worry about. “Mindy, I don’t—”
I’m interrupted by a beep from my cell, and I glance at the clock. Shit. “It’s eight o’clock.”
Mindy makes a face, gesturing toward the doorway. She seems almost as anxious as I am, practically trembling with excitement. “Then why aren’t you hauling ass for the elevator?”
Because I’m not sure I want to do this.
Anxiety twists my stomach. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
Mindy plants her hands firmly on my shoulders and starts pulling me toward the door. “Oh no, missy. You’re not pulling this wishy-washy mess with me.”
“Hey!” I protest. “I didn’t even get to make sure that my breath smelled good!”
“It smells like roses!” Mindy says with a laugh before growing serious. “Seriously, just go. You need this, and who knows what might happen? You’re selling yourself short if you don’t learn to have fun every now and then. Live a little.”
Before I can offer more protests, she shoves me out the door with an enigmatic smile, and I make my way slowly to the employee elevator. Inside, I push the button for the sixth floor, my heart pounding so hard I feel it in my neck.
I try to combat my anxiety by holding onto Mindy’s words of encouragement. Everything is going to be okay, I tell myself. Mindy thought I looked good. There’s no reason to worry.
It does little to help.
Ding.
I step out on the top floor, feeling dizzy with anxiety. I almost stop and turn around, but I eventually make it to Gavin’s door.
My breathing ragged, I raise my hand to knock and then freeze, looking down at my dress.
Jesus, look at me. Gavin’s going to think I’m literally here just to sleep with him.
But aren’t I? I mean, I might as well have written Fuck me, Gavin on my panties, I’m so dolled up. What sort of schoolgirl fantasy am I having to even think that Gavin could want me for more than a hard schtupping and that I’m here for the same reason.
Is this the sort of person I want to be?
“I can’t do this,” I mutter, feeling weak in the knees as my self-confidence plunges to near-zero.
I begin to turn away, but before I can take a step, the door to Gavin’s suite swings open.
Fuck me.
My breath stills in my lungs at the sight of him. Hair slicked and parted to the side, he’s got on black pants and a white dress shirt that’s unbuttoned halfway down, his normal attire, it seems. I can see the smooth, hard skin of his chest and a hint of his rock-hard abs.
Desire courses through my stomach as the smell of his masculine cologne hits my nose and he grins at me. A cocky grin that says, I knew you were coming. I should slap him, tell him that he’s an arrogant prick and I’ve changed my mind.
I should, but I don’t.
I can’t.
Still grinning, Gavin holds out a hand to me and says in a deep voice that makes me want to drop to my knees, “I’ve been expecting you.”Gavin
I’m having a hard time keeping myself under control as Brianna walks into the room ahead of me, her hips swaying with each seductive step. My eyes on her ass, my dick hardens in my pants to the point of being strangled as it screams to be let out. Fuck. I don’t even think she knows what she does to me.
I bite my lower lip, lust gripping my loins.
Those legs.
That ass.
“Sorry about my outfit,” Brianna says softly, pulling my gaze away from her voluptuous body. “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she’s lying. She has to know how much she turns me on in that thing. But her voice sounds sincere, and I remind myself Brianna’s innocence is one of the things I love.
“I think I like it just as much as your maid uniform, and about a thousand times better than the jumpsuit,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
Brianna blushes fiercely, causing my cock to strain against my pants even more. I swear it’s going to bust out if this keeps up. “Thank you,” she says sweetly. “Mindy is the one who forced me to wear it, actually.”
Thank you, Mindy.
I lead her over to the white couch in the living area of the suite, sensing her nervousness that only serves to enhance my desire. She seems so sweet. So innocent in her mannerisms. But dressed up in that sexy red
