Anagram

by Sienna Grant

  “Ev, we have different views on this, let’s not hash it out here.”

  “So, your assistant seems alright.” He changes the subject pretty quickly, which tells me I’m right. “She wasn’t going to let me in here without speaking to you first. I’m impressed. It seems like you’ve found a good one.”

  With a not so ladylike snort my arms fold across my chest and I lean back. “Thank you.” Everett doesn’t give many compliments unless it’s about sex, so I’m going to eat it up while I can.

  “She asked me for my ID. Me. Does she not know who I am?”

  “Obviously not.” I can’t help my smirk. “But don’t worry, Ev, I’ll fill her in and make sure she knows so you don’t feel so unimportant in the future.”

  “That would be good.”

  “I’d hate for your ego to take a hit.”

  His gaze sears into mine as his long fingers drum rhythmically on his leg. “Do you have plans later?”

  “If I said I did?”

  “I’d say change them. I want to see you.”

  As much as I’d like to say no, I can’t. I get up and grab us both some water. Just as I’m filling the first cup, I feel him behind me, his hard length brushing against my back.

  Turning to the windows, I see the blinds have been closed. I didn’t even hear him do it. My breath hitches as he grips my hip.

  “You know, Rae, I’d love to take you over that desk and listen to you scream my name.” Smoothing his palm over the globes of my ass, he gasps. “No panty line. You’ve been a good girl, sugar.”

  As much as I try to fight the need to drop my head back on his shoulder, I can’t. Wetness begins to pool between my legs as his other hand brushes my side and reaches for the paper cup I’m still holding. Taking it from me, he moves to stand in front of me and takes a sip before licking his lips and putting them on the sensitive skin of my neck. “I’ll come to your place later. I need to be inside you.”

  My heart beats erratically and I swallow hard. “Is…is that all you wanted?” I manage to spurt out.

  He places his paper cup on the top of the cooler and walks around until he’s behind me again. His forearm settles across my chest, holding me captive against him, and he whispers in my ear, “Remember not too long ago you said I wouldn’t come downtown because I had to keep my hands to myself?” With his other hand, he runs his palms from my waist up to my neck and cups my chin, turning my head toward him. “It seems I can do whatever I want.”

  My eyes flutter closed. Just the thought of his lips on me has me breathless. His lips fuse to mine as he swallows my gasps, his tongue delving into my mouth like he wants to eat me. My body relaxes against him while his arm holds me tighter and I take everything, almost forgetting that I’m at work.

  A knock sounds on the glass of the door and we jump apart like two teenagers. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me and I breathe in slowly. Everett leans his back against the other wall and slides his hand into his pocket.

  “Come in,” I call out in a shaky voice.

  Margie stands at the main door of my office and looks between me and Everett.

  “Margie, can I help you?”

  “I…I’m sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to give you this.” She sets a note on my desk and turns away, looking at Everett.

  “I have to be going anyway.” He couldn’t look anymore guilty if he tried. He smirks at me before opening the door and turns to look back over his shoulder. “See you soon, Rae.” He nods to Margie and wanders through the office like he hasn’t just completely upset my whole day.

  Bastard!

  Shaking my head, I shove the door closed after Margie has left too. I pour myself a new cup of water and sit. Crossing my legs, I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to fend off the incessant throb. The only thing that helps is knowing that Everett will finish what he started later. I can hardly wait. I’d finish myself off, but I’d rather his dick do that job.

  It’s safe to say that I won’t be getting much more done today. With Everett on my mind and still feeling worked up from earlier, I decide to call it a day.

  Eleven

  Reagan

  I sag against the wall of the elevator as it takes me up to the fourth floor of my building. It’s so hot outside today and the humidity is so high that the blouse I’m wearing is sticking to me like a second skin. I can’t wait to get in, turn the air conditioner on, and get these clothes off.

  The elevator grinds to a halt and the doors open. I step out, pausing for a second to lean against the wall and take off my heels. It’s been a bitch of a day and my feet are killing me. I enjoy the instant relief of my shoes being off for a moment before walking down the hallway to my apartment. I unlock the door and let myself into my two-bedroom apartment.

  The coldness of the hard wood floor beneath my feet is heavenly. Once I’ve kicked the door shut, I flick the switch for the air conditioner and move into the kitchen, dumping my purse and keys on one of the bar stools before going to the fridge. Staring at me from inside the door is a bottle of white wine. I grab the neck and pull it out before getting a glass from the cupboard above my head and pouring a tall glass. I take my first sip and let the fruity flavors settle on my tongue. I take the glass with me into the living space of my one-bedroom apartment and let my body sink into the couch. Tightening my grip around my glass, I tip my head back, closing my eyes, and bask in the cool air that’s circulating through the room. I hear my cell chime with a text, but I ignore it. Nothing could make me move right now.

  I’m almost halfway done with my wine when there’s a knock on my door. Only three people could be standing on the other side of that door: my mom, my brother or Everett. I had to put Ev on the concierge list because he tends to show up whenever he feels like it.

  There’s another bang on the door, then another. Someone’s getting impatient. I put my glass on the end table, stand, and pad across the hard floor to the door, tugging it open.

  I should’ve guessed it was Everett when the knocking wouldn’t stop. Leaning his back against the far wall, he has his one leg crossed over the other and his arms folded across his chest, looking as sexy as hell still dressed in his suit. “There’s my sexy CEO. How are you?”

  I lean my shoulder against the door jam, relaxing against it. “Tired.” Of course, I’m never too tired for him, but I don’t let Everett know that. “Have you been home yet?” I ask, running my gaze over his suited form.

  He smirks. “Nope. Came straight here from the office.” The urge to go to him is strong, but I hold myself back and open the door wider. He pushes off the wall and enters my apartment like he owns the place, shrugging out of his blazer and slinging it over the breakfast bar. When he sees the wine on the counter, he grabs a glass and pours some for himself.

  “Help yourself, Ev,” I tell him, shutting the front door. I bypass him and go back to the couch.

  Everett sits down next to me, resting his hand on my thigh, his finger teasing my skin as it runs under the hem of my skirt. He puts his glass down on the coffee table and turns to me, gripping my chin with enough force to turn my face to him before taking my lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle together, and every bit of tension that was binding me, leaves my body. I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him back to me. Threading his fingers through my hair, he gives it a tug. Breaking the kiss, he brushes the loose hairs from my face and gives me his full attention. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

  With a tight grip on my hand, he tugs me toward him, and I straddle his thighs. With hurried fingers I undo the buttons of his shirt and bare his chest. I hitch up my skirt and place myself more fully on top of him, his erection already growing beneath me. Running my fingers over his pecs and nicely toned abs, I tug at the button of his pants, drag the zipper down, and his greedy cock springs free. His fingers trail up my thighs, finding my already wet core, and he pushes a finger inside me. My head falls back on a groan bef
ore I bring it back up to smash my lips against his in a needy kiss.

  I stand up and undo my skirt. Sliding my hands underneath the material, I shimmy it down my legs until it pools at my feet. Everett takes his large erection in his hand, stroking up and down before sheathing himself in a condom. I straddle his thighs again, and slide myself down onto his waiting erection, filling me to the hilt. He grips my hips with his hands, the tips of his fingers biting into my skin, turning me on even more, my clit throbbing, aching to be touched.

  Slowly, I unbutton my blouse and shrug it off, so I’m just in my bra. He yanks me forward, impatient, reaches around me, and unfastens my bra. I drag the straps down my arms and sling it to the floor as Everett latches on to a bare breast. I can’t stop the groan as my core throbs. Being the needy bitch that I am when it comes to Everett, I bear down on him, grinding my hips in small circles.

  “Fuck me, Rae. Take control, baby.”

  “Oh fuck.” Needing more, I flatten my hands against his chest and rear up before sinking back down on him. Clamping around his cock, I move faster and drop down harder, making him growl louder and louder.

  “Keep your hands on my shoulders, baby.”

  I do as he asks, and he grips my hips and holds me still as he thrusts up into me over and over again. I squeeze him tightly, my nails digging into his skin. “Yes, Ev.”

  His movements become more uncontrolled and he’s soon bringing us both to the edge of the precipice.

  “You ready to fall with me, Rae?” He pants, thrusting his hips upward, the green of his eyes fixed on mine. A sheen of sweat coats his skin and it’s sexy as hell. I try to ease the throbbing of my clit by rubbing against him, but it’s just not working. He must hear my unspoken thoughts, as his hand disappears between us. With his thumb against the bundle of pent up nerves, my body is like a slave to his touch and detonates as I hit my climax, hard, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy as he reaches his at the same time, filling me. “You’re perfect.”

  I sag against him, enjoying the feel of him inside me. He wraps his arms around my back, his fingers threading through my hair and cupping my neck, bringing my mouth to his, taking. I’m not a needy person. I’m self-assured and independent, but when it comes to Everett, want becomes need.

  “Woman. I need food.”

  Shoving playfully at his chest, I push up to my knees.

  “If you don’t get me some real sustenance, I may have to eat you.”

  “Promises, promises, Mr. Brooks.” I tip the one corner of my mouth up in a smirk.

  “That may come later if you’re really lucky.”

  He kisses me again before finally releasing me. I drag my leg from over his and stand up, grabbing his shirt from the floor, putting it on, and buttoning up a few of the buttons. “Order some Chinese. I’m going to get cleaned up,” I say on the way to my bedroom.

  Once our order of noodles, sweet and sour chicken, and pork balls arrives, we sit and eat in a comfortable silence, sharing the rest of the wine. Sex is definitely the driving force of our relationship.

  Taking the plates into the kitchen, I start cleaning them and loading them into the dishwasher.

  “Leave that, it’s time for dessert,” Everett leans over and whispers in my ear.

  My core clenches at the thought, and before I can even think of something to say, he’s pulled me up to my full height, spun me around, and has thrown me over his shoulder, charging out of the kitchen.

  “I need my dessert.”

  He races into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. Since he wouldn’t allow me to put underwear back on, he moves his head down between my thighs and his mouth works its magic until yet again I’m screaming his name.

  Twelve

  Reagan

  After greeting Margie with a good morning and a hint of a smile, I open my office door and notice right away that something looks different. It looks brighter for some reason. It’s not until my eyes fall on the window that I see the blinds have been pulled back fully and the morning sun is shining through. There’s a coolness in the room too, which means the air conditioner has been turned on already. My office is on a different thermostat than the main part of the office, and I usually turn mine on when I arrive. As much as I love the sunshine, it’s not really practical to have the blinds pulled back. With the floor-to-ceiling windows and being so high up, the sun blazes through and it gets way too hot. My eyebrows pull together in a frown—I know I locked my office last night before I left. There’s a lot of information stored on my computer, so I’m anal about security.

  Dumping my bag on my desk, I spin around and go back through the door. “Margie?” I call out as I’m striding to her desk.

  “Yes?” She appears from around the corner holding a steaming mug in her hand.

  “I could’ve sworn I locked my office door before I left last night. Were you the one to go in there this morning?”

  “Oh goodness, yes.” Her free hand swiftly covers her chest. “The adjoining door was unlocked so I went through that way and opened the other door too.” Her eyes are wide as she explains herself. “I’m sorry. Was I not supposed to?”

  “Well, I…” I stutter over my words for the first time ever. “I suppose I don’t mind the air conditioner being turned on, but the blinds have to stay closed, it gets way too hot in here. And when I’m not in the office, that outside door has to stay locked.”

  “Of course, Ms. Quinn. I am sorry. Here you go.” The flush in her cheeks and the slight tremble I see in her hand almost makes me feel bad for scolding her, but it’s important that she knows about keeping the doors locked. I take the coffee from her before she spills it and thank her with a smile before going back into my office.

  I start my usual routine of turning on my computer and sipping my coffee. I see Margie’s shadow at the door before she pops her dark head around. “Come in.”

  “These calls have already come in this morning. These are your appointments you have today, and I’ve managed to schedule you in for an hour’s lunch between noon and one p.m. You’re completely free for the hour,” She says as she hands me a small stack of papers.

  “Seriously, Margie, where did you come from?” I ask her in sheer amazement, the blinds debacle quickly forgotten. I’m actually amazed at how efficient she is.

  She turns around and heads for the door, only to turn back to me when she gets there. “Oh, and you look really good today, Ms. Quinn.” With another flush slightly coloring her cheeks, she turns quickly away and pulls the door closed behind her.

  Knowing I have a whole hour to chill out the first time in a hell of a long time, I do the one thing most girls want to do: I make an appointment to get my hair done.

  Today is going to be a good day, I can feel it.

  After cutting my meeting as short as I possibly can, I say a quick goodbye to Margie and get out of there like my heels are on fire. I make it across town and in record time, parking my little Corvette in front of Ruby’s Salon.

  Looking through the window, I see my best friend at the back doing some preparations. When I push open the door, the bell at the top sounds, making her head snap my way. I close the door behind me, a big smile on my face.

  “Reagan!” she squeals with excitement as she rushes through the salon to greet me. Her body crashes into mine, shoving me backward into the door and flings her arms around my neck, and I return the embrace. “I’m so happy you’re here. Come on.” She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back of the shop. I sit in one of the large leather chairs and she fastens a cape around my neck. With her hands resting on my shoulders, she leans over and studies me through the mirror. “How the hell did you manage to swing enough time off to get your hair done?”

  Smiling back at the beaming smile on her face, I realize how much I’ve missed this girl. Whenever I’m around Ruby, I smile a lot more and I’m much more fun; I’m not an important chief executive, I’m just a young woman enjoying her friend’s c
ompany and wanting to get her hair done by a professional.

  “You can thank my new personal assistant for that. By the time I got to work this morning, she’d made my coffee, put on my air conditioning, and scheduled my day. To say she’s amazing is an understatement, Rue. She’s just what I needed. As long as I can trust her to do her job she can come to work in her jammies.”

  “Well, good, I’m glad. It’s about time you had a good one.” She runs a brush through my hair and leads me to the wash basins. “And tell me, how is that sexy man? God, you get all the beautiful ones.”

  “Everett is good.” Ruby was the first person I told about Everett. I had to tell someone, I couldn’t keep all the goodness to myself, and Ruby and I share everything. We always have, ever since college.

  Once my hair is washed and conditioned, she leads me back to the chair and starts snipping away at the ends. I don’t come in with a style I want, Ruby just does what she feels like. I was her guinea pig in college because although she was studying business with me, her love was hairdressing. I’ve had my hair all colors because of Ruby.

  By the time she’s finished cutting it and has blasted my hair with the hair dryer, it looks amazing. The longer hair I had has been shortened a little to just past my shoulders and has some layers in it to frame my face and jawline. It looks amazing. She smooths a flat iron through it and whips off the cape. “Ta-da!” She sings. “What do you think?”

  “I love it, Rue!” I comb my fingers through my hair and smile. “It feels so good, thank you.”

  Standing from the chair, I brush myself down and grab my bag. Ruby walks with me to the desk so I can pay.

  “We need a girls’ night,” Ruby says as I’m trying to find my wallet.

  “Definitely. Let’s make a date. Call me later?”

  “Of course. And put your wallet away, it’s on me.”

  “Girl, I don’t think so.” I shut that shit down right away. “You’ll never be rich if you keep giving away cuts.” I draw her into me, hugging the shit out of her. “Love you, Rue.”