There she was. Billie was sat in her office chair dancing along to whatever music she was listening to. She had her earbuds firmly pressed into her ears and her eyes were intent on the notepad she was writing in as she swayed from side to side. Every now and then her lips would move soundlessly, shaping the lyrics to the song she was listening to. It was such a heartwarming picture that it felt like a punch to the gut. Her charm was once again enthralling me, squeezing my heart in a vice as I found myself unable to resist the temptation of her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. There was no doubt in my mind in that moment that I wanted her. I needed her.
After a moment of admiring her, I finally waved my hand in front of her, alerting her to my presence. Instantly, her head shot up and she gasped at the sight of me before pulling her headphones out with wide eyes.
“Oh my God, Quentin, I didn’t hear you come in,” she began in her sweet, melodic voice. “Is everything okay?”
I was about to respond when I watched her eyes fixate on me. They moved down my body and she licked her lips like she was pleased by the sight of me. I knew she was feeling the same way I was. Friday night hadn’t been enough. We both wanted more.
My breath grew ragged as my arousal grew and before I even knew what I was doing, I pushed the door closed behind me with my foot. Billie’s mouth dropped open a little as I turned and locked the door before beginning to close the gap between us. I must have been out of my mind to do it, but that’s just how much Billie drove me crazy.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one either.
Before I could get to her, Billie had stood up and sprinted toward me. We met in the middle of the room in a crash of passion. My arms wound around her waist while her hands clasped at the back of my head. Her lips were soft as they moved against my own, but I was too far gone to appreciate it. Instead, I was already gripping her hips and lifting her up, pushing her back until she was seated on top of her own desk.
When we finally stopping kissing for breath, my hands wasted no time. They gripped at her shirt and pulled the material apart, buttons flinging off and flying everywhere. She gasped again and watched me with her lust-filled gaze. I couldn’t resist now that her breasts were laid bare to me. They were cupped in a lacy pink bra and felt soft to the touch. Every swipe of my fingers against her sensitive skin had Billie moaning and begging for more.
I couldn’t resist.
I pulled the cups of her bra down and exposed her perky, pink nipples to the air before descending on them. With every kiss to her tender nubs, Billie was writhing and moaning and it only spurred me on. I couldn’t waste too long teasing, however. My hands wandered along her sides until I found the waistband of her skirt. I tugged it roughly down and off her legs alongside her panties. Billie was now just in her bra and stocking, looking deliciously disheveled and my mouth watered at the sight.
“I need you, Billie,” I whispered in her ear as I kissed her neck.
“I need you too,” she moaned and that was it. I was a goner.
My hands pushed apart her chunky thighs and I pulled down the zipper on my slacks. Once I’d pulled my underwear down a little, I could finally release my aching cock. I groaned as the cold air hit it and I began tugging on it a few times to make sure it was ready for her, but there was no doubting it. I was harder than I’d ever been before – maybe even harder than I’d been on Friday.
Already having wasted enough time, I closed the gap between our bodies and grabbed hold of Billie’s thick hips before finally plunging my cock into her warm, wet depths. It was heaven. I could feel my entire body humming with fulfilment as I began to fuck her hard and fast on the desk. The sound of her moans filled the air around us and they only turned me on more. It was obvious she was really enjoying being pounded by me and I watched her blissful expression as she fluttered her eyelashes and took short breaths.
Billie was absolutely gorgeous in the throes of passion and I never wanted to let her go.
All too soon, however, the two of us climaxed together. My cock was brushing deep inside her while my fingers danced over the sensitive nerve bundle of her clit. I could feel her spasm around me as she came and it made my orgasm all the more intense. When it was over, we collapsed together on the desk, our hot, sweaty bodies sticking to one another a little as we desperately attempted to catch our breath.
Once the fog of lust had lifted, however, I realized what I’d done and, more importantly, where I had done it. I pulled apart from her in shock, rushing to straighten out my clothes and zip my pants back up. I turned away from her as I did it and I could hear her redressing behind me. The atmosphere was awkward and I could feel tension in the air, but this time it wasn’t the good kind.
As soon as I was presentable again, I turned to her. We both looked at each other for a long moment, but neither of us spoke a word. Since Billie was dressed again, I turned on my heels, unlocked the door, and left. It was only when I stepped foot back in my office that I realized I hadn’t even mentioned the goddamn e-mail to her.
With a sheepish look on my face, I crossed the floor once more back to her office and held up the printed piece of paper with the auditor’s e-mail on it. Billie looked up at me confused for a moment before her face broke out into a smile. She started to laugh as she took the paper from me and I thought for a moment that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay between us.
21
Billie
I barely slept. All night I’d been tossing and turning with thoughts of my sexy encounter with Quentin in the office. Under the blankets, I felt hot and bothered. My hands kept wandering down my body, wanting to bring myself to the peak of pleasure once more as I thought about how incredible Quentin felt inside me. I remembered how his body felt as he pushed between my thighs and I was growing dizzy with desire.
After a few more climaxes, I eventually succumbed to sleep.
The next day, I woke up feeling conflicted. The battle waging inside my head made me feel heavy. I was so tired I could hardly get out of bed. In the end, I had to make a decision. I reached for my phone and scrolled through the contacts until I found the person I wanted.
After a few rings, he picked up. “Hello?”
“Sorry to call you so early, Peter,” I began with a sigh. “I didn’t sleep very well last night, so I was just calling to say I’ll be coming in a bit late today if that’s okay? I promise, I’ll make up the hours.”
“Oh, sure, Billie,” Peter replied. “I know you’re good for it. You’re one of the hardest working people I know! I hope you feel better soon and I’ll see you when you get here.”
“Thanks, Peter.”
I hung up the phone feeling a little better that I’d given myself some time to deal with all the thoughts racing around in my head. After all, what happened yesterday wasn’t good. I’d told my mom I wouldn’t get involved with Quentin anymore, but it had all gone out the window as soon as I’d seen that predatory look in his eyes. I knew what he wanted and deep down, I’d wanted it too. But that was the problem: it was wrong. Both of us shouldn’t be feeling that way. But what could we do to change it?
With a sigh, I pushed off my bed and padded across the apartment toward the kitchen. Lucky was running along beside me, eager to get her breakfast, so I fed her quickly before making myself a cup of coffee and then settling down on the couch. I didn’t flick the TV on, however. My own head was enough drama on its own, I didn’t need anymore.
It was difficult. If yesterday was anything to go by, it seemed we were bound to come crashing together no matter what – or where for that matter. But there was nothing good that could come from it. Even if I didn’t have my mother’s story to worry about, I’d heard from multiple sources that Quentin was seriously loaded. He was most likely a billionaire if what everyone said was right and that meant he was way out of my league. After all, I was just a small-town girl with mediocre looks who’d been bullied all her life for being overweight. There was no way Quentin was interested in the long haul w
ith someone like me.
On top of all that, I was supposed to be focused on starting my career and getting caught sleeping with my boss was certainly going to end it. Quentin had such a sweet little boy too, I didn’t want him getting caught up in whatever mess this was between us. No, I didn’t want to see him get hurt.
“It’s settled then,” I told myself as I sipped my coffee. “No matter what, I can’t let myself get involved with Quentin anymore. No, I have to resist. For everybody’s sake.”
With that mantra being repeated in my head, I got a few chores done before finally getting ready and heading in to work after lunch. I inhaled deeply as I parked up my car outside and then strode toward the familiar building. Quentin must be inside, I thought to myself. He didn’t need to be off site today. I checked his schedule. Maybe… Maybe I can just avoid him?
With the intention of hiding out in my office all day, I entered the building and climbed the stairs until I reached my destination. It wasn’t hard to keep my mind off Quentin. As soon as I sat down at my desk, I had a reply from the auditors I’d e-mailed yesterday on top of a million other e-mails with invoices that I needed to check.
“Just what I need,” I whispered to myself as I tapped away at my computer.
Just as I was getting into the swing of things, I heard my office door creak open and my eyes darted up in panic. Thankfully, it wasn’t Quentin. It was Peter.
“Hey, Billie, good to see you,” he began as he poked his head in the door. His expression was grim and he shook his head. “I just wanted to give you a heads up. Stay away from Quentin today. He’s on the war path.”
“Oh?” I couldn’t help but feel curious. Surely our little romp yesterday couldn’t be the cause?
My mind was flooding with questions, but Peter had already ducked out and closed the door behind him. Since I wasn’t exactly planning to go and ask Quentin about it himself, I resolved to keep my head down for the rest of the day and focus on crunching numbers instead.
It worked pretty well. I didn’t hear anything from anyone else for a whole hour as I focused on invoices and pay cheques. That is until I heard the one voice I had been dreading: Quentin’s.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Quentin practically roared outside my office, loud enough that I could hear his voice crystal clear even through the walls. “Carmen, you’re really pushing your luck here, don’t you think?”
He paused and I couldn’t hear anyone else’s voice. He must be on the phone, I surmised as I pursed my lips. But who the hell is Carmen? The thought continued to play on my mind as Quentin’s voice permeated my office once again.
“I’ve already told you no, Carmen!” he yelled. “You were the one who walked away in the first place, don’t you remember? You signed the papers. You are not getting another cent from me.”
It was clear that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon and I wondered if he would really want everyone knowing his private business. Besides, he clearly needed someone to calm him down. Why did I think I was the right person for the job?
Before I could stop myself, I was already up and out of my chair. I headed for the door just as he was about to walk past it. His face was red with anger and his eyes were closed. His eyebrows were furrowed and his expression looked like he was in pain. I couldn’t resist. Something inside me needed to help him, to comfort him.
I grabbed his arm and he looked up at me. I gave him a sympathetic smile before waving him inside my office. He nodded once and followed me in. I closed the door behind him and I could hear the faint chattering of a woman on the other end of his phone call. I gestured to a small couch in my office before grabbing a spare cup from my desk and filling it with some of my bottled water. I walked over to Quentin and handed it to him before returning to my chair. I tried not to listen to the conversation, but he wasn’t exactly subtle.
“You’ve already squeezed more than enough money out of me, Carmen. I’m not going to give you anymore. Not when you’re just going to need more in six months. No, I’ve had it,” he spat, his grip on the cup tightening. “I’ve heard enough. If you seriously want to keep pestering me about this then I’ll get my lawyer involved. Don’t think I won’t!”
Quentin angrily smashed the end call button and then tossed his phone to one side. He sighed and dropped his head into his free hand. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I just sat at my desk, but my mind wasn’t on work at all. I watched Quentin as he began to calm down. He took a sip of water and then took a few relaxing breaths.
Eventually, he stood from his seat and let out a sigh. “Thank you, Billie,” he whispered, sounding defeated.
More than anything, I wanted to rise from my seat and rush over to comfort him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and convince him that everything was going to be okay. I never wanted to see him looking so lost and angry ever again. If I had my way, I’d kiss that sad look off his face… But I couldn’t. It was a bad idea. So, instead, I gave him a small smile before turning back to my computer and looking over my e-mails.
Quentin took the hint and left quietly, leaving his cup behind. As soon as he was gone, I let out a huge rush of air that I didn’t even realize I’d been holding in. My head dropped down to my desk and I let out a groan of disappointment. Why couldn’t I just act normal? Why did he make me act this way? I questioned. They were good questions, but I knew I never had an answer.
After a few seconds, I pushed myself back into an upright position and looked at my computer screen. I took a deep breath and began to type a response to one of my many e-mails while reminding myself don’t fall in love with the boss, Billie.
22
Quentin
The afternoon hadn’t exactly gone the way I’d planned. An unexpected phone call from my bitch of an ex-wife had thrown a real wrench into the works. Then on top of that, I’d been caught off guard by the sight of Billie. When she’d opened her office door, I was surprised to see her. I hadn’t even noticed I’d wandered that far along the corridor. If she hadn’t pulled me to one side, I’d have probably ended up disturbing everyone sitting in the lounge. Seeing her beautiful face had gone a long way to make me feel better, but I knew that was wrong. Billie didn’t want to get wrapped up in my complicated life. No, she was better off without me.
I sighed and sunk lower in my chair, feeling miserable, before finally deciding to start making phone calls. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found the first person I needed to call.
“Mandy? It’s Quentin,” I began in a gruff, exhausted voice.
“Mr. Wendall! Is everything okay? You don’t sound very well,” the nanny replied with concern lacing her tone.
“I’m fine. At least, I’m fine physically,” I explained as I rubbed a hand over my face. “Listen, I’ve run into a bit of an issue with Lincoln’s mom and I need your help.”
“Oh.” She sounded shocked. “Of course, Mr. Wendall. I’m here to help in whatever way I can.”
It was the response I needed to hear and I let out a sigh of relief. “Great, thank you, Mandy. I doubt she’ll try to drag Linc into all of this, but just in case, I need you to make sure that you don’t let anyone into the apartment besides me and my parents. Okay?”
“Okay, that’s easy. I don’t really ever do that anyway,” she agreed.
“Wonderful. Thank you so much, Mandy,” I said as I began typing on my computer again, bringing up some old personal e-mails regarding my divorce. “Like I said, I doubt she’ll get Linc involved, but better safe than sorry.”
“Of course, I understand.”
As I hung up, I crossed another item off my mental to-do list before bringing up yet another phone number to call. In the end, a whole hour had passed by the time I’d finished calling Mandy, my parents, and my lawyer to bring them up to speed on this new development with Carmen.
“She can’t seriously be asking for more money!” my dad had said. “The nerve of her.”
“She was the one w
ho cheated, she shouldn’t have gotten anything, let alone what she already had off you,” my mom argued.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Wendall. The divorce settlement is ironclad. There’s no legal way Carmen can obtain any more money or assets from you,” my lawyer had assured me.
I was feeling a whole lot better about the situation overall now, but the nagging worry in the back of my mind told me that this wasn’t over. Carmen had always been cunning when she needed to be. Sadly, I hadn’t known that before I married her. With a huff of resignation, I did my best to push that bitch from my mind and focus on my work.
It was impossible though. As soon as Carmen was out of my mind, I thought of Billie. Billie who had been so calm and attentive while I was screaming and shouting like a teenager. Billie who hadn’t asked any questions or pried. Instead, she gave me a drink and somewhere quiet to calm down. It was a rational and levelheaded approach which was something I wasn’t used to with previous lovers. Most women had been magnets for drama - Carmen included, of course - but Billie wasn’t like that. She helped me without asking for anything in return and in that moment, I realized just how badly I’d fallen for her.
No. That’s not a good path to go down, Quentin, I told myself sternly. Do you really need to go jumping into bed with another woman after seeing just how fucked up your marriage became? It was unfair to compare Billie to Carmen, but ultimately, the reality check was enough to get me to cool my jets.
“Lincoln comes first,” I whispered to myself with an assertive nod. I had to remember where my priorities were and not let them get confused like they had been too many times before. Women would come and go in my life, but Lincoln was one of a kind.
I made a decision then and pushed up from my seat decisively. Before Billie, I hadn’t had sex in two years and I’d coped well enough. My hand could do the job just fine and that’s just the way it would have to be from now on too. I marched out of my office and straight towards Peter’s. After rapping on the door with my knuckles a few times, he called me in.
Dear Boss: A Single Dad Office Romance (Forbidden First Times Book 3) Page 12