Page 56 of Long for Me
“No. Not right now, but thank you.” She laughed softly, and the sound went straight to my dick. Thank God I’d forgone my boxers. I gripped my phone tighter with one hand and rubbed my dick with the other.
“Do you know why I want you on your knees, Rebecca?”
She sipped her wine. “No.”
“Because I just missed a phone call and have two voicemails from Jakobs, and I know they’re going to piss me off. When I’m done with them, I want your mouth close to me.”
“Jesus, Bennett. Sir.”
“Yeah.” My voice rumbled. “On your knees doesn’t seem so scary now, does it?”
She cleared her throat, cheeks flushing until they were dark enough to match her wine. “What does Jakobs want?” Shifting, she faced me.
Not exactly what I asked but I got a great shot of her tits. I wasn’t about to complain. “Probably about eight more schematic designs.”
“If he wants to change back to the row of townhomes versus the condos, I’m going to wring his neck.”
Damn it. She kept being more perfect for me. A woman at my knees and able to talk business? I really needed to put the second step of my plan into action.
I turned on the speakerphone and set my phone on the coffee table.
Rebecca’s head snapped up. “You’re calling him now?”
“He’ll think we’re at the office. I want you to hear what he has to say.”
Her brow furrowed.
I relished her confusion. I hadn’t always made it clear how much I respected her but if she was as smart as I thought she was, she’d be able to cut the length of the conversation in half. Then we could get on with the important things.
“Bennett,” Anderson said through the phone. “Thanks for calling me back tonight. Hope I’m not bothering you.”
Rebecca shot me a look.
“Not at all, Jakobs. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I left you a message saying our board meeting for Wednesday was pushed back to Thursday afternoon. I’ve been looking over the schematics you sent with me last week. I’m really liking the one your assistant, Rebecca, talked about last. So I was calling to see if you’d be able to present that to the board. I know it’s last minute.”
While he spoke, Rebecca moved to her feet. Her feet scampered on the wood floor until she disappeared around the corner. She came back right as he stopped talking, her cell phone in her hand, fingertip tapping on the screen. She shook her head and whispered, “You have a two o’clock with Connor Hendrick.”
“Jakobs, hold on please.”
I pressed the mute button. “You know, you were supposed to be kneeling, but I gotta tell you, I think I found your new work uniform.”
Fire spread to her cheeks and her eyes popped. “You can’t mean that. And I went to grab my calendar.”
“You have my calendar on your phone?”
“Well, I have a particularly bossy superior who tends to not care about my life so much as he enjoys making sure I know exactly what’s going on every single minute of his day. Plus, I’m also hyperorganized.”
“Most people call that anal.”
Her nose scrunched. “I like hyper-organized better.”
I liked everything she said when she did it smiling. “Come here.” I held out my arm and when she got close, I pulled her into my lap.
“Don’t you need to talk to Jakobs?”
“Yeah. Any chance I can reschedule the meeting with Hendrick?”
