And I left the apartment, done with this discussion, done with these memories.
Done with Grant.
Chapter 15
“Your father called half a dozen times in the last three hours.”
“What does he want?” I asked as I breezed past Angela and went to my desk, sinking into my chair with a sigh. I’d just gotten back from meeting with our cabinet guy, Burt. He was more than happy to get back to work with us, but he made me negotiate with him over his price. I’d had to promise a nearly fifty percent increase in payment. That was a hell of a lot more than I’d wanted to promise, but we needed him. Grant was right. Burt’s cabinets were part of what clients liked about us, and even with the increase, he was still cheaper than anyone else who did what he did.
“He wonders if you’d come by to see him.”
I shook my head. “Too much to do.” I picked up a stack of pink slips she’d laid on my desk. “Did they tell you about the switch from paper to tablets?”
“They did. I have to attend a meeting about it later in the week.”
“He’s trying to streamline things. I wonder if old Mr. Johnson down in IT is going to be able to keep up.” I smiled at the thought. Mr. Johnson had worked for us since I could remember, since computers were a thing. He barely understood the Apple desktops we had now, and those were fairly outdated. Constantly breaking down.
“That reminds me. Mr. McGraw wondered if you’d come talk to him about the IT department.”
I saw that coming.
“Tell him I’ll come by when I can. I have a long list of e-mails I need to respond to. And I have an appointment with Joseph.” I glanced at Angela. “He hasn’t cancelled, has he?”
“No. In fact, he called a little bit ago to make sure you were still available.”
I nodded. I looked over at Angela as she turned to go, catching the slight hesitation in her movements.
“What?”
“I was just wondering…” She cleared her throat and started again. “Kevin worked all weekend, but he’s off tonight—”
“Go.”
Her eyes widened. “But it’s not five yet.”
“Go, Angela. One of us should be having some fun.”
“Are you sure? I can stay a little longer.”
“Is Kevin waiting for you?”
A slow smile touched her lips that told me more than any words could.
“Go,” I repeated. “Have fun.”
“Thank you, Addison.”
***
It was well after dinnertime when I finally looked up again. A conversation with Joseph wasn’t as enlightening as I’d hoped. Turned out we hadn’t made as big a dent in our overall debt as I had hoped we had. It would be a while before Berryman Construction was fully in the black. And that depended not only on the money Grant had infused in our coffers, but in the future clients he’d promised he could round up. I hoped he had as many on the hook as he had promised.
I finished returning e-mails and going over the finances that I had put off yesterday. I finally sat back and rubbed my eyes, totally forgetting that I’d actually put on a little mascara this morning. So now it was all smeared around my eyes and on my hands. I went into my small bathroom and washed my face, thinking I might head home and have a nice glass of wine while I watched some mind-numbing television. I was about to grab my jacket and head for the door when I remembered Grant wanted to see me.
Hopefully he wasn’t in his office at this late hour.
But, as I turned the corner, I saw that there was still a light on in the CEO’s office. I hesitated a second at the door, but then knocked as I stuck my head through the partial opening.
“Still here?” I asked.
“I could say the same about you.”
He looked up from his computer, his eyes darker than usual. He sat back, the chair leaning with his weight a little, as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair.
“I called your office a few times, but no one picked up.”
“I was in a meeting and I let Angela go early.”
He peeked at me, then realization dawned on him. “It’s Monday, isn’t it? Kevin.”
“Yeah. She said he worked all weekend.”
Grant nodded. “Those twenty-four-hour shifts they always gloss over on television shows that romanticize a medical residency. I don’t think my little brother finds it so romantic.”
He got up and walked around the desk—still my father’s impressive black walnut desk—and gestured for me to take a seat at the conference table. I went over and tucked my skirt under me as I gracefully took a seat in a chair that wanted to roll away. If he hadn’t grabbed it at just the right moment, it might have been quite a comical scene.
He sat beside me and spread his hands out on the table as though he were trying to remember why the hell he wanted to see me in the first place.
“We need to replace most of the IT department,” he announced almost under his breath.
“The whole department?”
“None of those people down there know anything about tablets or servers or anything they really should know. I don’t know why your father kept them all these years.”
“Because Mr. Johnson has worked here since I was a child.”
“Loyalty is commendable. But we need people who can procure the best equipment and keep it running.”
“But the whole department?”
“I went down there personally and talked to them. None of them even know what a tablet is. How will they be able to keep them running properly?”
“Is that what we’ll be using? The Taurus Tablet?”
“Unless you can make a better deal with someone else.”
He got up and went to his desk, picking up one of the pads in question and bringing it back to the table. In a second, he’d called up a document that was part of a contract for five hundred tablets. And the price was impressive.
“Are they doing this because you were one of their partners?”
“Something like that.”
“Okay.”
He sat back and studied me. “No arguments?”
I shrugged. “Would it do me any good?”
“Probably not.”
He set the tablet out of the way and leaned toward me. “Making any headway on the financials?”
“Quite a bit, actually. But it’s still going to be a while before we get it all worked out.” I watched him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes for the first time. They were very dark, like he hadn’t slept in days. “What do I need to do to help make this transition to digital easier?”
“My tech guy is going to present a talk about it on Wednesday. And then he’ll come by and talk to you about it.”
“Your tech guy? You already have a tech guy?”
“A guy I worked with at Taurus agreed to come and help with the transition. He’s working freelance.”
I stood up, pushing the chair back hard enough that it skittered across the room.
“Why did you make me stay if you’re going to do things your way whether I agree or not?”
“I didn’t make you stay. You chose to stay.”
“I chose to stay to keep these people from getting a pink slip!”
“But you stayed.”
He was pushing my buttons and he knew it. I could see by the way he was looking at me with that little twinkle of amusement in his eyes. I shook my head as I started for the door, frustration making me wish I’d never come here.
“Yeah, well, I’m here. For six months. But the second my contract is up—”
He came up behind me before I even knew he’d left his chair. He pressed his hand against the door, keeping me from going out.
“Why do we have to argue every time we see each other? Can’t we have one pleasant conversation?”
I turned, surprised to find him right there beside me, so close that there was no room to even breathe.
“We did. Once. And then everything changed.”
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p; “Are you going to punish me forever?”
“I punished myself for seven years, so I think a few arguments are the least you’re owed.”
“Maybe,” he said softly, his face coming close to mine, his finger brushing my jaw. “Maybe I deserve all you can dish out and more. But…” His finger moved over my chin to my bottom lip. “This is so much more fun.”
“I don’t think so,” I said, brushing his hand away.
He looked at me, the exhaustion in his eyes that much more pronounced. He studied my face for a moment, then nodded.
“Okay, Addison.”
He stepped away, walking back toward the conference table like it didn’t matter. But his shoulders were sloped and his movements were slow. He sat back down with a heavy sigh.
“Go,” he said, waving at me when he realized I was still standing there. “Go home. Tomorrow’s another day.”
“Just like that? You’re giving up now?”
He laughed, but it wasn’t a good sound, a happy sound. It was a dark laugh.
“I don’t know what you want, Addison. One minute you can’t get enough of my touch, and the next, it’s like my touch is acid. I don’t know how to act around you.”
“You hurt me, Grant.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?”
He shook his head, then turned to study the top of the table, dismissing me again. And I was ready to go. I even turned and set my hand on the doorknob. But I couldn’t make myself turn it. I stood there for a long minute—unable to leave, unable to stay. And then I was crossing the room without even thinking about it, without knowing what it was I was about to do. I crossed the room and climbed into his lap, tugging his face up to mine.
His lips touched mine, hesitant at first. But the hesitation disappeared and was replaced with a deep hunger that washed away any doubts I might have had. He had a power over me, and I couldn’t resist it, even when I wanted to.
He lifted me up and set me on the edge of the table, one hand sliding up the outside of my thigh as the other tugged at the buttons on my blouse. I tugged at his shirt, too, untucking it from his pants so that I could slip my hands underneath. I loved the feel of his skin, wanted to feel his heat, his pulse, and the life pumping inside of him.
My shirt came off, my bra following in seconds. And then I was laying back against the cool laminate top of the table, his mouth moving from my throat to my breasts, his tongue teasing as both his hands buried themselves under my skirt. I could feel my panties beginning to move under his touch. I lifted my hips a little, and that made him moan against my upper belly.
He came back up to me, the heat of his breath washing over my face.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
I touched his cheek, tried to pull him back down to me. He twisted his head and kissed my palm, but then moved from my touch.
“Tell me, Addison.”
I reached for him again, but he stepped back, his hands still caught under my skirt, but his fingers no longer locked around my panties. He was slipping away, and that caused this horrible ache to begin in the pit of my stomach.
“I want you,” I said in a voice torn apart by need. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted.”
Something happened in his eyes when I said that. I thought for a minute he was going to make me leave, that I’d said too much. But then he was back, his lips on mine, his tongue buried so deep that I couldn’t breathe, but it was kind of a relief. He wasn’t leaving. He wanted me, too.
My panties were caught on my thighs, just above my knees. He pulled away and I reached for him, grabbed his arm. He bent, kissed me again, but then he stepped back so that he could free my panties, get that barrier out of the way. And then he stared into my eyes as he removed his shirt and unbuttoned his slacks.
I sat up, needing to touch him. As he slid inside of me and I wrapped my legs around him, I tugged him close to me, my mouth moving over his chest, exploring what I knew was there, what I knew I wanted. I could feel his heart pounding in the center of his chest, between his perfectly masculine nipples, and I could feel his breath coming in quick gasps, as though being this close to me made it impossible for him to breathe.
His hands slid through my hair, loosening it from the easy bun I still wore it in, even though my dad was no longer around to chastise a more modern hairstyle. My hair fell down my back in waves and he buried his hands in it, tugging my head back so that he could kiss me again.
He moved slowly, the roll of his hips so slight that it was barely something that could be called movement. But it was a match igniting a fire so deep inside of me that I was sure nothing could ever put it out. And then something changed in him. He was quickly losing that control he was so proud of holding on to at all times. He broke our kiss and simply pulled me tight against him, buried my body against his. And that movement that was barely movement became an earthquake, an unstoppable force that pounded against me with an intensity that should have been much too much for me, but wasn’t. I could feel him reaching the edge, knew that the end was nearly there. I wrapped my body as tightly around him as I could and held him, waiting for that moment, waiting to catch him when he fell over the edge.
It was…it would always be more than I’d ever imagined, more than I could have ever desired. There would never be anyone else. It was time I started to accept that.
Chapter 16
I watched from the back of the room as Grant’s tech guy, a young man named Bellamy, talked about the Taurus Tablet and what the company wanted to do with it. I could see blank looks on a lot of faces, and that made me worry about their ability to adjust to this new plan. I slipped out of the room and made my way back to my office. I’d been here until well after midnight last night, but it seemed like there was just as much to do today as there had been yesterday.
I hadn’t been in my chair more than a minute when someone tapped on my office door.
“Are you busy, Ms. Berryman?”
I looked up to find Alicia Collins, one of the secretaries from the secretarial pool standing at the door. She was one of the younger girls—a daughter of my father’s personal assistant, Agnes, I thought.
“Come in, Alicia.”
She smiled when I said her name—surprised I remembered it, I supposed.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you about the new ownership.”
I came around my desk and gestured for her to take a seat in one of the straight-backed chairs. She sat down, tugging her skirt primly around her knees, her eyes on the floor.
“Is this about the new digital record keeping?”
“No,” she said. “I actually think that’s wonderful. And the new computers they said we’d be getting…those are going to be so much better than what we’ve been working on.”
One point for Grant.
“Then what can I help you with?”
“I’m concerned about my mom. When your dad left, they moved her back down to the secretarial pool. But she’s struggling down there. She doesn’t understand how to use the computers, because I guess your dad didn’t make her use the computers up here much.”
I knew that. I remembered talking to him about it a few times, but he didn’t like the computers and didn’t see why we couldn’t do most of the paperwork by hand. He very grudgingly began to use e-mail the last few months, but that was about it. Drove me crazy. It never occurred to me that it might’ve affected Agnes, too.
“Someone approached her about asking for early retirement,” she said. “But my mom, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she didn’t have a job.”
“Do you think she’d feel better if someone could give her some tutorial on the computer?”
Alicia shook her head. “She really has no interest in computers. But she’s super organized. Maybe she could do something else?”
I nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you, Ms. Berryman,” Alicia said with a big smile. “I really appreciate it.”
Sh
e got up to leave, and as she did, I remembered something.
“Didn’t we play together in your mom’s office sometimes?”
She looked back at me, a smile softening her almost boyish features.
“We did. Sometimes when your nanny was sick, your dad would bring you to the office and we would play together until he was done for the day.”
I nodded, remembering a particularly exuberant game of tag around a desk.
“How are you getting along in the secretarial pool?”
She shrugged. “It’s good work.”
“And everything’s okay with you?”
Her smile widened. “It is. I’m engaged, actually. To one of the guys on the B construction crew.”
“Is that right?”
“He came in one day last fall to ask about an expense report, and we’ve been together ever since.”
“That’s great.”
She hesitated a little, like she wanted to ask something.
“What?”
“There’s a rumor going around that the new CEO was your boyfriend back in the day. I was just wondering if that was true.”
I stood up, smoothing my skirt over my hips. “Does it matter?”
“Well, people think he might be more likely to stick to his promises if the two of you had a relationship, you know?”
That made sense. But it didn’t mean that I wanted to broadcast my personal life over the gossip radio waves. Alicia seemed to understand that.
“Thank you,” she said again, and then she slipped through the door.
I was back behind my desk when Grant stepped into the room, Bellamy behind him.
“Addison, I’d like to introduce you to Bellamy Tilford.”
Once again, I came around the desk and held out my hand to the young man. Young man. I kept calling him that, but he was probably about the same age as me. But he was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, his hair a bit long and unruly for a business setting. He looked like a teenager looking for trouble, not a business associate.
And he was cute. Blond hair. Green eyes. He looked like a surfer dude from one of those eighties movies I used to like to watch.
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