“God, how did I not realize what an insufferable…”
Her eyes widened and her brows lifted. “I would choose your next words very carefully.”
“Vixen,” I smirked, immediately regretting the choice of title. That was the opposite direction of where this needed to go. What was she doing to me? Even the biggest business tycoons couldn’t talk me in circles like this.
But finally, it worked— for better or worse. Her lips softened in a smile. “A vixen whose lips are sealed.” She mimicked a zip and lock across her lips before tossing away the invisible key. “Unless of course your secretary asks what we get up to in these late night meetings. I can be a very jealous woman, and I’m afraid I might have to tell her the truth just to put her in her place.”
“Jealous?” I scoffed. “And what about your fiance? Is he a jealous man? Because if so…some right you have…Maybe I’ll just go pay him a visit.”
“I should slap you,” she fumed, getting pissed all over again. All the smoothing over I had done dissipated just like that.
“I’m sorry,” I admitted. “Really, I am. Look…I’m just worried you’re not taking this seriously. I need this deal to go through.”
“So do I,” she said sternly.
“Then you understand those stakes, but if this gets out…Your dad is going to kill me, not you,” I explained.
“You’re scared?”
“You’ve met your father, right?” I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. But it didn’t seem to be working.
“Thanks for ruining a perfectly good night,” she snipped, pushing past me to the curb. She scanned the passing cars, presumably looking for a cab.
“Cat, come back. Let me call my car around for you,” I argued.
But with nothing more than a quick glance back, she stormed off around the corner. I couldn’t resist peeking around to watch her catching a cab further up the block. I also couldn’t have messed that up more if I tried.
My head was spinning in circles as I pulled out my phone to call my own car and driver. I couldn’t put my finger on why anything had happened the way it did. Cat had some sort of wild effect on me that left me dazed and confused afterwards, like I didn’t know what hit me.
The sex though…God, was it good. The best of my life, if I was being honest with myself. And she didn’t even have a chance to do much to impress me beyond demonstrating her mind blowing BJ skills. The rest of it was all in her body and how she moved…the sounds she made and the looks that flashed across her face. I had never met such an intoxicating woman before…and it just had to be Cat Whitaker.
Mixed in with my enchantment with her was the lingering panic over what a huge mistake I had made. I had half a mind to call her, just to make sure she understood this was no game for me. Or maybe I was just looking for an excuse to hear her voice again? Even though she only left me a few seconds ago.
I didn’t know what was happening to me. All I could do was go home and shower, hoping to wash away some of the madness. By the time I settled into bed, I felt a little more clear headed. I hoped by the next morning that this would all seem like a distant dream and that some of my fears would subside.
But instead, my night was filled with hot sweats and vivid dreams about everything that happened with Cat in the boardroom…all bleeding together with brand new fantasies that I wanted to happen in the future, knowing full well they never could.
Where the hell did Cat come from? And why couldn’t she be a harmless teenager again fawning over me by the swimming pool? It was an easy no-brainer to resist her then. It never even crossed my mind. Now that she was all grown up…I was screwed, in more ways than one.
8
Cat
The only thing worse than getting ready for work and wanting to attract Jordan while knowing nothing could ever happen, was getting ready for work after all the things that never should have happened already did.
I stood in front of the mirror, vengefully making myself look hot as possible. I didn’t appreciate the speech he gave me after our little thing. Going on about it only being the one time and no one ever finding out. As if I hadn’t been saying that from the very start!?
I grumbled to myself as I ran a lint roller over my pants and jacket before turning to steaming my shirt. Who does he think he is?
I was used to cocky businessmen who were rich and powerful and convinced that they were god’s gift to women. Anyone who slept with them would automatically fall under their spell. They’d be in love and start thinking all sorts of ridiculous things and want to shout it from the rooftops.
I understood all of that. I just didn’t understand where Jordan Ashford got off thinking I was one of those women, or that I felt any of those things about him. I wasn’t fifteen anymore. He was nothing more than a sort of fetish…a fantasy to fulfill. And now that it was fulfilled? I was fine. More than fine.
After slipping into my pressed clothes and putting on my earrings, I applied another round of lipgloss and threw everything in my bag to head out the door. I was in a huff the whole way, reminding myself that I would have to use every opportunity possible to not only prove to Jordan just how wrong he was, but also to teach him a lesson about who he was messing with.
But all of my vengeful thoughts were brutally interrupted when I walked into Jordan’s office to find my father sitting in the very chair where Jordan had been camping out on our last all-nighter.
“There she is,” my father
