Page 29 of Long for Me
Rebecca showed up thirty minutes early like I’d requested. We went through the PowerPoint presentation. She fine-tuned a few details, and the entire time, I didn’t look at her ass or her breasts once.
Score one for me, right? Treat her like a woman and not an object? Chicks dug that shit.
But then Anderson walked in and somehow despite the fact I was the one that gave the proposal, went through the slides, it was like he instinctively knew behind all the hard work, all the vast research and all the preparation, Rebecca had been at the helm of the entire thing.
Perhaps he just liked looking at her breasts, because yeah... I’d seen him watching her. Thing was, she didn’t seem to mind much when she smiled at him in a way I wanted directed at me. Hell, that smile had been directed at me a half dozen times just a few days ago. It was also accompanied by the hazy look of a woman satisfied, but I wasn’t thinking about that part.
Anderson, at least fifteen years older than me and not nearly as fit but not a slob, resettled his wire-framed glasses on his nose and frowned. “I’m still not sure this building plan is the best use of the land’s space.” He rubbed his hand over his chin, his frown deepening.
I leaned forward to step in but Rebecca, without even glancing at me for approval, slid another schematic across the table. “We have other options. Ashby Enterprises prefers the one we gave you due to the building facing the west. The public areas of the retirement community would be getting the afternoon sun, allowing them to enjoy the sunset in the game room and television rooms in the afternoon, or have more warmth while they stroll through the gardens during the summer.”
Gardens? We hadn’t even planned on gardens. I cleared my throat but she ignored me.
“This option puts all of that to the south, although I agree with you, Mr. Jakobs, that this provides for better parking and traffic flow in and out of the area. These bushes here at the entrance of the first option could potentially pose a problem with blind spots for the residents when pulling out in the winter, especially if snow piles up.”
It was official. I’d lost control of my own damn meeting. I couldn’t find it in me to get angry or butt in.
Rebecca was fucking nailing it.
Every question Anderson had, she had a rebuttal. She even seemed to know what he was going to ask before he did. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was sleeping with the man based on how well she anticipated his every need.
But the only man she was going to be sleeping with was me, because fuck I was turned on. My cock hard as a rock pushed against my pants. My balls were pulled tight. Every time she fluffed her hair, draped it over her shoulders, her vanilla scent wafted into the air and I wasn’t the only man in the room affected.
More than once I’d seen Anderson reach below the table to do a quick readjust while Rebecca’s wine-colored, full lips were answering his endless questions. A part of me wondered if Anderson was continuing to draw the meeting out just so my sexy assistant would have to keep talking, but I knew him better than that. He truly was this indecisive.
Even if he was attracted to Rebecca, she wouldn’t want him. She’d proven with me that she needed a man with a spine and a good strong palm to get her off well and good and nothing about Anderson screamed he could handle her when she went wild.
I tuned back into the conversation that had come to a close while I thought of her lips around my cock. Anderson stood and kept his briefcase in front of him.
Yeah, I wasn’t going to be that polite. As soon as he left, Rebecca was going to see exactly how hard she made me. Fuck her body. It was her mind that was turning me on.
“Excellent proposal,” Anderson said, reaching his hand across the table to shake Rebecca’s hand.
“You’re welcome,” I cut in, sliding next to Rebecca as she stood. Her back straightened at my comment and yeah, that was arrogance. Luckily for me, I knew it turned her on. “Thank you for coming and allowing us to pitch the proposal.”
I stressed the us. I’d give credit where it was due. I would also give this guy five minutes to get out of our conference room or he’d see just how much appreciation I planned on showering on her. Or in her. Whichever she’d allow.
He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Yes, my pleasure Bennett. I’ll take these along with the two other options back to the board and we’ll let you know as soon as we’ve made our decision. Our meeting is set for next Wednesday so you should know by the end of next week.”
“Perfect. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to give me a call.”
I turned to Rebecca and arched a brow as she slidherbusiness card across the table. Give her a call?
Irritation prickled and I sucked in my lips. Giving credit where it was due was one thing. Her thinking this was her project? Quite another.
“Have a good day, Anderson.”
I nodded my head as he headed toward the door and turned to Rebecca. I placed my hand on her lower back, not appropriate in the least but I didn’t give a shit. “After you escort Mr. Jakobs out, come back so we can talk.”
Her nose crinkled like my breath was sour. “Yes, Bennett.”
All week long. Bennett this Bennett that. She was doing it because she’d called me Mr. Ashby before our night together, I wasn’t a total fucking moron.
Still, it reminded me of my place and the line she’d drawn between us with a can of invisible spray paint.
Fuck that.
I wanted her. And I’d have her. I wouldn’t take her until she was begging, but I would definitely speed her up into getting to that point.
