Well, at least until Saturday morning, when I walked in on her hungover and passed out on my desk. She’d had fear in her eyes when she woke to me holding the letter she’d written. I was positive she’d never had any intention of me finding it, yet here we were.
Ainsley wasn’t the type I normally would go after. Maybe what I chased was only for sport. Get them in my bed, fuck them, and then show them to the door. Sex was no more than two people enjoying the benefits of an orgasm and the occasional blow job. I never even kissed anyone. That was too intimate by my standards. The last woman I kissed was my ex, but that was before I walked in on her fucking my former best friend.
I liked tall, slender women with long hair and full breasts, full asses. I preferred blondes over brunettes and redheads. And I had no time in my life for a relationship or children. My life was about me, and it had been that way for a long time. I had been called shallow more than once. It had never bothered me in the past. If the words came from Ainsley, however, I was pretty sure it would make me cringe.
Now I found myself wanting to see Ainsley walk through the office door, briefcase in hand. I wanted to see her in her office attire of a knee-length skirt, blouse, and heels. Her hair was auburn and her eyes this sea of green I felt I could get lost in. Her body was fit but not the slender build I normally went after. Ainsley had curves in all the right places. She had this hourglass figure that up until Saturday morning, I never noticed. Now I wanted to hold her naked in my arms and devour every curve.
Why? Why now?
Because she’d told me off.
Because she wanted me, needed me, and longed for me to notice her. And I was the asshole who never did.
Her tits were stacked, her ass was round and perfect, and her legs were just long enough to wrap around my waist. I also wanted them wrapped around my neck while I tasted and licked her, ass to clit.
My dick throbbed, and I needed some relief. I wanted to lay Ainsley in my bed and fuck her. Maybe doing so would get her out of my head. She would be a conquest of sorts. Maybe it was the age-old “wanting something you can’t have” mentality. Whatever it was, I wanted it. I wanted her.
But now…she resented me for never noticing her. That could be hard to come back from but not impossible. I loved a good challenge, and Ainsley was next.
I looked up at the clock in my office—five minutes to eight. Ainsley normally would have been here by now. Would she come back after what had happened Saturday morning? Would she brave her nerves and face me? Hell, would I face her?
The door to my firm opened, and I glanced down the hall to see Ainsley walking through it. For a moment, she was a goddess of sex appeal, and hell if I didn’t want to confess my sins.
“Good morning,” she said to the receptionist with a smile.
Ainsley wore a white button-down blouse with a thin black ribbon tied into a bow under the folded lace collar. She had on a calf-length pencil skirt that was fitted to her body and heels that lifted her by a few inches.
My mouth watered, and I wanted to devour the woman there on the spot.
Her long locks of curled hair were pulled to one side and tumbled over her shoulder. Her lips were painted with a light-red gloss, and every part of me wanted to see them around the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned and rubbed a hand over the erection inside my pants. How did this woman suddenly have such control over me, when I never saw it prior to now?
You want what you can’t have.
Ainsley crossed the reception area, her heels striking the tile with each step. Her steps seemed to grow slower, and she stared at the floor and hugged her arms around her chest.
Was she upset? Nervous? Scared?
“Good morning, Ainsley,” I said before I realized I’d even muttered the words.
She raised her eyes and met mine, and her endless sea of green captured me. God, did I want her.
She stepped into my office and stood in the entry. “Good morning, Mr. Newstrom.”
“Close the door, please,” I asked.
As she did, her body seemed timid. Like a rabbit was being stalked by a fox and said fox just invited her into his den. The door clicked closed, and Ainsley slowly turned back to face me. Her eyes were once again focused on the floor.
“What can I help you with this morning, Mr. Newstrom?”
She was scared, and rightfully so. She’d told the owner of the firm she was working for in hopes of landing a position once her bar results came in to, more or less, fuck off.
“I wanted to thank you for the evidence you found to support our client.”
She nodded. “It was nothing.”
“Ainsley,” I said and stood from my seat. “Please, come sit down. I think we need to have a talk.”
She closed her eyes, and her throat moved as she swallowed. She nodded and approached one of the chairs across my desk. The perfume she wore filled the air with a light floral fragrance. It wasn’t too heavy and was perfect for her. She sat down and set her briefcase on the floor next to herself. Ainsley then crossed one leg over the other, her skirt just short enough that I could barely see the underside of her thigh.
I imagined my hand running up the outside of her leg while I settled between her thighs, ready to claim her as mine.
“Yes, Mr. Newstrom?” she asked, breaking my thoughts.
With a sigh, I crossed to the front of my desk and leaned against the edge of it. “Saturday morning, when I came into the office—”
“Yes, I’m so sorry,” she blurted out and cut me off. “I don’t know what I was thinking, and honestly, it never should have happened.”
I raised my brows. She still refused to meet my gaze.
“Is that how you really feel?”
She lifted her gaze and met mine. “I’m sorry? What do you mean?”
“Are you really sorry you wrote that letter to me?”
She tried to meet my gaze, but her eyes darted back and forth as if she wasn’t sure which eye to focus on.
I pulled my lips into a smirk and lifted a brow. “To say it surprised me would be an understatement.”
She nodded, blinked, and then looked to my chest, back to my eyes, and then to the floor once more. “If you don’t mind,” she started, “can we forget it ever happened?”
A blush crept up her neck to her ears and then her cheeks. I wanted to watch her squirm in her seat. I cleared my throat to give her my thoughts on the subject. No, I didn’t want to forget it. I wanted to explore our options and see where we ended up. I wanted to take her right here on my desk. I wanted to grip her ass as tight as I could while I fucked her from behind.
Instead, she squared her shoulders and sat up straight in her chair. “I have work to do, sir, so if you don’t mind…” She began to stand, when the intercom buzzed.
“Mr. Newstrom,” the receptionist called, “you have a visitor. And I’m sorry, sir, she insisted on seeing you.”
As she finished her sentence, my door opened. On the other side was my ex, Patricia. The woman was long and lean, her bottle-blond hair pulled into a ponytail. She had bright-blue eyes, was tan by way of spray tanning, and was the vainest person I’d ever met…aside from myself.
She smirked and stepped inside. She waved off Ainsley as if she weren’t in the room.
“Chase, darling,” she began. “There’s a fundraiser in a few weeks, and your firm has donated quite a bit of money for the cause. It’s a black-tie social event, and we must go together.”