Before leaving, Monique threw some more files on my desk, saying they have to go upstairs to the partner’s office. Since they weren’t urgent, I could wait until I was about to leave to deliver them.
I couldn’t go up again and face Jameson again during work hours. But since everyone has gone home, I can go slide them under all the partners' doors without the risk of running into him again.
I grab the files and head upstairs. It is a bit creepy being here so late at night and alone. The offices of Mr. Mack, Mr. Sanchez, and Mr. Marks are all locked. I slide the files under their doors with no difficulty. When I get to Mr. Reed’s door, I go to slide the file underneath, but it ends up pushing his door slightly open.
My curiosity gets the better of me and I enter his office. I drop the file on his desk and look around. The past two times I was here, I was too distracted by his presence to get a good look at his office.
It’s tastefully decorated, but lacks a personal touch. Mr. Marks and Mr. Sanchez had pictures of their families, things indicating their likes and hobbies, knick-knacks and such. None of this is present in Jameson’s office. It feels kind of lonely.
I go to the other side of the desk and sit in his chair. This isn’t a good idea, but I haven’t been having a lot of those lately, so what’s one more? I spin around because it is near impossible for me to resist the urge to do so whenever I sit in a spinny chair. As I turn, I think of the words he said to me earlier.
“…But I also want to fuck you while your face is pressed against my desk. You’d be leaning over it, offering yourself to me. Maybe we’d do it in the middle of the day. The thrill of being caught coursing through our veins.”
I come to a stop by placing my hands against the hardwood of his desk and I bring my face down into my hands.
Stop it, Erin, I think, but then I realize I’m saying it out loud to myself.
“Stop it, stop it, stop it.”
What am I doing and why? I seem to be taken over by a madwoman lately. All because of darn Jameson Reed.
Chapter 14
Jameson
I don’t know why I decided to stay behind this late. Actually, I do. I hope work will keep my mind off Erin. I’m constantly thinking about her, but achieving no satisfaction. Our little performance in my office earlier only made the entire situation worse. Now I know she has some rather kinky fantasies, but, thanks to Sanchez, I didn’t get to hear exactly what she wants.
I still can’t believe she wants to tie me up. I’d have never expected that. And I think I’d be into it. Normally, it would never be my thing, since I like to have all the power and control. But with this hot, mysterious woman, I think I would have to see what all she had in mind, to say the least.
I’d left the office to pick up some dinner and now I’m on my way back. It wasn’t until everyone had left that I realized how hungry I was. I had worked my way through lunch, which I often do. And for some reason, I’m going back to the office to eat my takeout. A lot of what I’ve been doing lately hasn’t made much sense.
I get to the top floor and head for my office. The door is open. I’m pretty sure I closed it.
As I get closer, I think I hear… mumbling? I can’t pick up any words, but it sounds like someone is in there. Is it Sanchez? Would he sink so low to search my office? That’s not even a question; of course he would. The man is on a mission. I march to my office with the intent of telling him off.
“I swear to God, Ron—” I get inside but instead of Ron, I see Erin with a look of alarm on her face. She looks beyond scared and I immediately feel sorry.
“Mr. Reed!” She jumps out of my seat and it rolls back and hits the wall. The noise makes her wince. “What are you doing here?”
The better question is…
“What are you doing here?” She seems to calm down a little and realize that she may be the one in the wrong. She hugs herself and curls into her body.
“I-I was dropping off another file,” she points to it, “and I guess I- I don’t know… I’m sorry I came into your office like this. If you want to fire me, I understand…”
Fire her? That’s ridiculous. I still need to figure out why I’m so enraptured with her. Plus, her sitting at my desk, after hours when it’s just her and me alone, isn’t such a horrible thing.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not a big deal. You just did something I do every day.”
She’s surprised, but I can see her shoulders go down as she relaxes. Her arms drop and I even get a small smile.
“Really?”
“Really.” I go over to my desk and sit down opposite of Erin. She watches me with an unchanging expression. “Why don’t you sit down?”
“In your chair?”
“Yeah, like I said. No big deal.”
Erin finally takes a seat, but I can see she’s once again quite tense. I’d love for her to relax. She shows so much more of herself when she’s relaxed. She has her hands folded on her lap and won’t look at me.
“I just picked up some dinner and you can join me, if you want. I honestly got way too much food and I don’t want it to go to waste.”
She looks up at me.
“I am hungry…”
I had decided on pizza since it was the closest place. I tell her to open my desk and get some paper plates. Soon we both have some slices, but I’m the only one eating. Erin must still be uncomfortable.
“What are you doing here so late?”
It is a bit weird. Even I don’t stay this late typically and I actually own a part of this company. She’s only been here for… three days? Wow. I’ve known her three days and look at the mess we’re in.
“I just wanted to get some work done. I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”
She finally takes a bite and I think that if I can hold an everyday conversation with her then maybe she’ll relax. I ask her about her family, hobbies, life, anything I can think of. Soon, we’re both laughing and I’ve learned a lot about her. She loves to cook and paint. This is her first job. She’s an only child from a very religious household. She wants to move out of her parent’s house, but needs to get the funds together. She also loves to run.
I wish she wasn’t so ashamed of what happened between us. I also wish I didn’t care so much. She’s one woman, yet her happiness has become… important to me?
I even divulge some facts about myself. I don’t like talking about myself with anyone, especially women I’ve been with. But I guess, technically, I haven’t been with Erin, but I would like to be with her and, in my mind, sharing isn’t very sexy. But she must be the exception because the more I learn about her, the more I want to know.
Before I know it, we’ve been talking for a couple hours and it’s almost… ten o’clock!
“I didn’t realize how late it was.”
I can tell Erin doesn’t know how late it has gotten, so I tell her. Once again, she shoots up from her chair.
“Oh my god! I need to go!” She’s scrambling to gather her stuff and I find this mad dash slightly amusing. But I don’t want her to leave.
“You don’t have to leave. We can keep talking.”
My words make her suspicious and to be honest, if I was her, I’d be wary, too. Usually, this is the kind of line that I would use in the hopes that by the end of the night I’d be having sex. But just spending time with Erin is enough. Of course, I want to sleep with her, but I also just want to be with her.
Dear God, what am I saying?
“If you’re afraid the night will take a turn… I can be good if you can be good.”
I look at her expectantly, hoping she’ll say yes. She stops her scramble and looks down at me. I can see her thinking about my proposal.
“I’d like to stay,” she says this while fidgeting with her hands, “but I need to get home. My parents are waiting. I’m sorry.”
If she wants to stay, she should stay. But I don’t want to push her away. I feel like tonight has changed things between us and if I move too
fast, I might scare her off again. I watch as she gathers her things and heads for the door. She’s about to leave, but before she exits, Erin turns back to me.
“Plus, I don’t think I could be good for much longer, anyway.”
With that, she leaves my office and I’m left to contemplate her words. She keeps saying things that I can’t wrap my head around. This has gotten a lot more involved than I’d expected. It is nothing like the “relationships” I’m used to, that’s for damn sure.
Chapter 15
Erin
I’m lying in my bed thinking about the two encounters I had with Jameson today. They’re drastically different, but they both make me smile.
However, when I got home, my parents were furious with me. I’d stammered out an explanation, but it didn’t do much to mitigate their anger. They said that for all they knew I was dead in a ditch and if I’m going to be that late to at least text them.
But I didn’t regret it. Every moment I spend with Jameson, I don’t regret. I may feel bad afterwards, but I wouldn’t erase them. I understand that now. It’s such a conundrum. I feel like all my feelings are coming from a pure place, but their physical manifestations have been… not so pure.
And now I’m having trouble falling asleep. I learned so much about Jameson tonight. He’s an avid reader who enjoys sci fi and thrillers. He actually has a Ph. D., but then he went to law school, and so he prefers not to be called Dr.
I found that weird. I thought the whole point was that everyone had to call you Dr. for the rest of your life. He possesses a strange combination of modesty and pride. He also has a much younger sister, but his relationship with his parents isn’t the best. Like mine, they’re a bit overbearing. I get the feeling he’s always tried to impress them but nothing is ever good enough. Boy, can I relate.
I turn over and lie on my side. I smile remembering how our night ended, “I can be good if you can be good.”
Maybe he was telling the truth. I believe he was, but it’s not just his self-control that could be a potential problem. The more time I spend around him, the more I can feel my resolve slipping. I told Pastor Nichols I’m not going to sleep with Jameson and I’m going to stick to that plan. I think, anyway.
***
The next day, I’m sitting at my desk and Monique drops off some more folders for me to deliver to the top floor.
“Could you get someone else to deliver these?”
I think I’m the only one who has to make these deliveries. I feel like my coworkers are picking up on this and some of them are giving me dirty looks. It’s almost as if they know what’s up with Jameson and me, but maybe I’m being paranoid.
“Usually, I’d have mixed up who takes up deliveries for the top floor, but both Mr. Sanchez and Mr. Reed requested that you deliver anything that has to go upstairs,” Monique tells me.
Huh? I expected Mr. Reed to be involved, but Mr. Sanchez?
“I was just as confused.” Monique must’ve seen my surprise. “You must’ve made an impression on both of them.”
She shrugs and is on her way. And it looks like I’ll have to face all the partners again.
“Look at you, little brown noser,” Claude jokes from his station next to mine. “Already getting in tight with two partners.”
I laugh, trying to hide the fact that I’m blushing. If only he knew how tight.
“Hey,” I hear a semi-familiar voice say, as Carolina Abbott walks up to us. She’s new here and works for Garrett Mack. Presumably she’s the one that he was talking to when I walked into her office. “Maybe you guys can help me with the filing system? I’m feeling a little confused.”
“Oh don’t be silly,” I tell her, swiveling my chair around so that my shoulders are facing her. “You really came by to give me a massage.”
Carolina and I became fast friends, even though Claude told me that at first she thought I was stuck up. (“Well, she wasn’t wrong,” he’d added. “But I explained you just put up a rough front at first but once you know you can trust someone, you’re sweet as pie.”)
Carolina began massaging my neck. She has the strongest hands ever and she “pays” me for my office gossip by giving me massages. I’ve already told her what Claude had told me about this being Sugar Daddy Central and all the legal assistants or associates hooking up with the bosses. Of course, I didn’t mention a word about Jameson and me, as that would hardly be appropriate.
“Don’t you be silly,” Claude quickly chimes in. “Carolina came to give us some new gossip. How goes it with the hunky Garrett Mack?”
“Oh, stop it,” Carolina says, but she’s blushing, like I was trying not to earlier.
“We know there’s some dirt there and we’re going to dig it up,” Claude says.
I take comfort in the fact that I’m not the only one likely engaging in office shenanigans. Or, to have engaged in them, I remind myself, remembering to use the past tense, because that was in the past, behind me. I decide to make it my goal to help Carolina’s budding romance with Garrett, which should help me take my mind off my own issues.
“How come everyone knows what’s going on with every partner in this firm except for Jim Reed?” Claude asks.
The hives break out on my neck again and I’m hoping Carolina doesn’t notice as she’s massaging me. My hair literally stands on end while I wait to hear what they say next.
“Isn’t he just really private about his stuff?” Carolina asks. “He keeps it all on lockdown?”
“Yeah,” Claude answers. “But I know he has to be up to no good at least half the time. I give him props for managing to keep it all a secret, though. That must take some skill.”
We all laugh, and I feel relieved that they aren’t onto me. They know Jim is with someone, probably lots of someones, but they hadn’t thought it could be me. I get a knot in my stomach, wondering just how many “someones” Jim is with, in addition to me.
Stop thinking like that, I tell myself. You have no claim over him. You were only with him once, and you’re the one who keeps saying you don’t want to do it again.
But suddenly, I feel an overwhelming desire to go see him. Just then, Madilyn Marks comes down the hall, causing Carolina to quickly take her hands off of me.
“There you are, Carolina,” she says, smiling. “I was wondering if you could help my legal assistant with some work if you aren’t busy helping Mr. Mack right now.”
She looks over to where Carolina had just dropped her hands from my shoulders, obviously inferring that she had plenty of free time.
“Of course,” Carolina says. “I was just coming to see how I could help, actually.”
Madilyn smiles, and ever since I started working here I have to admit I like her combination of sweet mixed with strong. She’s spunky, and firm, yet also kind. She’s the kind of woman I would like to strive to be.
She has her shit together, having made her way through law school and as a rising star associate here at the firm. Plus, she even managed to snag Asher Marks— whom Claude had said was quite a playboy before he met her— and have a baby. She really does have it all together, and I admire that.
My mom was always a stay at home helicopter mom, and while I appreciate all the things she’s done for me, I didn’t have many role models in the career area. While I don’t think I want to be a lawyer like Madilyn, I want to have her qualities and traits no matter what I end up doing for a living.
As Carolina and Madilyn walk away, I remind myself to stop having a girl crush and start heading to see Jameson as I was originally planning to do. It’s amazing how much I live in my head; I swear more happens there than in real life.
“Gotta go drop off these files,” I tell Claude, who waves his fingers at me as he answers the phone.
“Tootaloo, Brown Noser,” he whispers under his breath.
I roll my eyes but can’t help but laugh. Good old Claude. Working here is actually quite fun, thanks to him. Not to mention, thanks to my sexy boss.
I go upstai
rs and to Jameson’s office. I knock at bit nervously on the door and I get the usual, “Come in.”
But when I enter, he’s on the phone and motions for me to place the folder on his desk. I move slowly, expecting him to want to have another talk with me, but it looks like he’s completely occupied with his phone call.
I leave disappointed. I couldn’t believe I had gone from not even wanting to have to deliver anything to Jameson, to being let down because he didn’t talk to me.
Do I even know what I want? Is my brain even a functioning organ at this point? I go back to my desk and find myself feeling sullen for the rest of the day. Which is ridiculous. I mean, I wanted this. Well, I didn’t want it, but I knew it was what needed to happen. I’m getting my way, so what do I have to be mad about?
Other than the fact that every time I’m around Jameson, my pussy still gets soaking wet. Other than the fact that I just want him to take me, right here, right now, any way he wants me. And other than the fact that he has the gall to listen to me when I say “no.”
Chapter 16
Erin
Over the next week and a half, Jameson doesn’t really speak to me. I still drop off all his files, but we don’t have any conversations of substance.
Even though he’s just upstairs, I find myself missing him. Plus, Mr. Sanchez still hovers whenever I come upstairs. That man makes me nervous. All these men are making me nervous.
Mr. Sanchez is dying to find out the now non-existent nature of the relationship I have with Jameson, Jameson and my attraction to him, Mr. Mack and his enigmatic warning. The final partner is the only one I have no solid opinion on. Mr. Marks. It seems as if he’s rather egotistical but I don’t know what man in his place wouldn’t be. He’d founded this firm and made it into what it is today— yes, with Jameson’s and everyone else’s help. And he was married to the best woman on the planet— my secret admiree, Madilyn.
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