Waited for the moment she would cross through my door, and once again, be within my arms. My mouth watered with the anticipation of tasting her once more.
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Becca.
“What do you mean go to your dad’s office?!” I gasped into the phone as Tally informed me she wanted me to go by her dad’s office to pick up a key because we were taking the yacht down to the Keys this weekend.
I was all for taking the yacht down to the Keys, but I wasn’t down to go to her father’s office.
“Why are you making such a big deal about this? Since when do you care about being around him?” Tally asked, making me realize how I was acting.
“I don’t care,” I sighed, thinking of an excuse. “We both know your dad’s busy, and you know how he is about work. I don’t want to go at the wrong time and upset him.”
Laughter echoed through the phone as my heart clenched. “Stop being ridiculous and go do it.”
“Fine. I will go,” I replied with reluctance as I hung up the phone and stood staring at my bedroom wall with disgust about having to do this.
Last night was amazing, but I didn’t know how to face him.
I didn’t know how to speak to him after what we did. He wanted something fun and sporadic, and it wasn’t what I was used to.
Grabbing my purse, I made my way downstairs, only to open the front door and see a car waiting for me to get in. It wasn’t a surprise he would send a car for me instead of letting one of us just take an Uber.
As soon as I was in the car, and it was moving down the highway, I thought over what my objective was. I only had to go into his office and have him hand over the key.
That’s it. You can do this, Becca. Go in. Get the key. Nothing more.
That only problem was the closer James’ office building came into view, the more my heart raced. A rush of emotions and sexual tension pooled in my core as I pushed my thighs together, trying to get a grip on myself.
“Thank you,” I said to the driver as he opened the door for me to step out.
The towering silver and black building stood ten stories high and gleamed against the bright Miami sky with the smell of salt water in the air.
It was magnificent, and the kind of place I hoped to work in one day.
Just not with James.
Stepping through the double glass entryway doors, I took in the tile flooring and high vaulted ceilings with beautiful recessed lighting and elegant decor.
A large black desk set against the far side with two sophisticated receptionists busily working on their daily tasks. Taking a deep breath, I let out a heavy sigh and forced myself to move forward, towards them.
“Good morning, I’m here to pick something up from Mr. Valentino.”
The dark brown eyes of the first receptionist glanced up at me as her eyes slowly took in my entire form. Her lips formed into a frown of disapproval at how I was dressed.
“Name?” she sneered, raising a brow.
“Becca Woods. He is expecting me.”
“Of course he is…” she mocked as she scrolled through something on her tablet. After a moment, a smirk formed on her face. “I don’t see an appointment. So, unfortunately, you can’t see him.”
I should have known it was going to be a problem. “Of course, I don’t have an appointment. I am picking something up, not having a meeting. Can you please call him to let him know I’m here?”
“Uh, no,” she snapped. “Do you know how many women we get coming in here trying to get to him? You are just like the others and need to learn to leave him alone. His taste is way above what you obviously are.”
Her gesture to my attire and presentation angered me. I didn’t want to have to call James, but this was beyond ridiculous. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me…” she replied as the woman next to her laughed.
“Is that so? Are you sure you want to lead with that conversation? Or would you like to reconsider and call him?” I replied, watching as anger coursed through the woman’s eyes.
“Leave now, or I will have you thrown out.”
Nodding my head, I turned and stepped aside, pulling out my phone. James, of course, picked up on the first ring, and I wanted to make sure the woman heard the conversation.
“Becca… what’s wrong?” James asked.
“Nothing, I’m here. In the lobby.”
My eyes glanced towards the receptionists, who both looked up at me as I spoke.
“Well, come to my office, then. Why are you waiting down there?”
“Well, I don’t have an appointment. I was told I can’t come up, and instead, I was told to leave, or I will be thrown out.” I said with a smirk as the women’s mouths dropped open in shock.
An unearthly growl of disapproval came through the other end of the line as the call quickly ended. I had no doubt that he was on his way.
“He is on his way, ladies, to fetch me,” I replied with a smile.
Moments later, the elevator doors opened, and James stepped out in his dark three-piece suit looking like the sex god he was made to be. My eyes shifted from him towards the women at the desk, watching as fear swept over them.
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