“I—no,” she says. “But you have to understand that things take time Mr. Hunter, and if you’re going to keep coming to me with these things, then you’re going to have to accept that I can only do one thing at a time.”
“Maybe you would be more efficient if you got on with the tasks instead of standing here arguing with me,” I say with a raised eyebrow.
Sandy nods and leaves my office.
I feel instantly guilty. None of this is her fault, but not only am I now piling extra work on her, I’m snapping at her for not being able to do three times as much work in the same amount of time. I make a mental note to apologize to her next time she comes into my office.
I don’t have long to dwell on my guilt when there’s a knock on my office door. I shout come in.
Patrick appears. “I got your notes. Do you have a minute?” he asks.
I nod and gesture for him to sit down.
He sits down and unrolls his design blueprint. He points to one of my comments. “You say here that this isn’t the right place for a feature. I agree, but the client was very specific about wanting this particular feature here. I personally think it will look much better here.” He pauses to point out his choice of placing, a placing I would wholeheartedly agree with. “I suggested this to the client and they refused the idea.”
“Have you done a virtual walk through video, so the client can see how it will look both our way and theirs?” I ask.
Patrick nods as he pulls out his cell phone and taps the screen a few times. He holds it out to me.
I watch the video walk through of the room designed both ways. I close the video when it’s ended. “And?” I say.
He holds his hand out for his phone and makes another few taps. “And this…”
I skim through the email where the client thanks him for his input but sticks to his guns about his original idea. “And you told him this would be more expensive?” I ask.
Patrick nods. “Yes. He said money is no object.”
“Okay,” I agree. “Well, then in this case, I guess the customer is always right. It won’t look as good, but as long as he’s seen what it will look like and he’s happy with it, there’s no reason we can’t go ahead with it.”
A knock on my door stops me.
“Come in,” I shout, expecting Sandy with the files for my next meeting.
Instead, Sierra walks in.
I feel my heart skip a beat and my stomach lurch when I see her. She’s back in her sensible knee length pencil skirt and suit jacket, her hair pinned up in a tight little bun. But now all I can see is her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, the flawless white skin of her inner thighs.
“The files for your meeting,” she says, holding them up.
All I can hear is her low, husky voice telling me I taste amazing. I take a deep breath and I am accosted by Sierra’s scent, a scent that takes me back to coming hard with my face pressed against her neck. I clear my throat and shift in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position as my cock springs to life. “Thank you,” I say. “Put them down there please.”
“There’s a couple of things we need to go over when you’re done here,” she says.
“I can read, thank you. That won’t be necessary,” I say.
She raises an eyebrow, but she doesn’t argue with me. “As you wish.” She leaves the office.
I stare at the closed door for a moment. I can still smell the waft of Sierra’s scent that she left behind on the air and it makes me ache for her. I want to get up and follow her out of the office. To lift her up, throw her onto her desk and ravish her body, making her scream for more.
I want to feel her tongue on my body, her hands in my hair. I want to fill her up, feel my cock stretching her pussy, claiming her as mine. I want to lay in bed with her afterwards, holding her in my arms. I want to hear her laugh, to have her tease me and surprise me. I want her to make me feel alive again.
“Umm, Chance?” Patrick says.
I realize I have been staring at the door for too long. I have completely lost my train of thought after seeing Sierra for the first time since Sunday morning when she kissed my cheek, thanked me for the weekend and walked away from me, taking a part of me with her.
“Sorry,” I say. “Just thinking about the meeting I’ve got coming up. Where were we? Ah, yes. If you’re confident that the client has seen everything and is happy with the design elements he has chosen, then get this finalized and make a start on it.”
“Will do, thanks for your help.” He gets to his feet and leaves my office.
I pick up the files Sierra has dropped off, running my fingers softly over the front of them, knowing they’re touching the same places her fingers have just touched.
I tell myself to snap out of it. I haven’t landed in some slushy romance movie overnight and this is not me. It’s like a strange, emotional hangover, that’s all. And it will pass. I just have to keep avoiding Sierra until I feel more normal again, and then everything will go back to the way it used to be.
Chapter Nineteen
Chance
My plan hasn’t worked even a little bit. It seems to be the more
