Page 8 of Office Match
I throw my phone against the desk and sigh when it doesn’t shatter. Then I chew on my lip, trying to decide on my next move. Do I reach out to Rafael, the club owner, and demand her details, or do I leave it? This dude is Mafia, I can use his skillset. I chew on my lip, knowing how pissed he would be if I called him over a girl. We may be social acquaintances through family ties, but I don’t want to piss a Mafia dude off.
Still, it was the best night of my life and the connection I felt with her in that room was like no other.
That girl is mine.
“Did you have the accounts complete for Mr. Holloway?”
I snap my eyes up to meet Emily’s, and need surges through me. Her hazel eyes drill into mine and her lips part, making me want to slam mine against hers, to consume her much like the girl at Oblivion.
Holy shit, this is getting out of control.
I scrub a hand over my head.
“Calvin. Are you okay?” Her soft words filter through my senses, and I clear my throat.
“Yeah. Erm, the Holloway accounts. Here.” I rummage through the files and hold a manila folder out toward her. When her fingers graze mine, electricity shoots through me. I stare at the connection between us as the air becomes palpable, an undercurrent of something I can’t quite describe, but my cock takes notice, thickening in my slacks like it didn’t spend the night and early hours buried inside someone.
At least it’s not broke.
She takes the files from me, and my shoulders deflate at the loss of her touch.
Maybe my cock isn’t broke, but I am.
Something is not right with me.
She spins and heads toward the door, and I watch her ass sway, but then I lock onto the movement and something that looks odd.
“Emily?”
She turns her head over her shoulder, and my heart hammers in my chest at her beauty. “Are you hurt?”
Her head rears back and her brows furrow. “Huh?”
“Are you hurt? You’re walking funny.”
A smile graces her pretty face, and she bites into lip. “You weren’t the only one that had a good night last night, Calvin.” Then she winks.
She fucking winks before turning and closing the door behind her, leaving me even more confused.
Something tells me there’s more than meets the eye with Emily Thomas, and for the first time ever, I want to find out what that is.
9
Calvin
I’ve spent most of the day mulling over my strange thoughts and feelings, my mind replaying my time in the club. There’s not a shadow of doubt I need more, want more, and if that means reaching out and asking for help to locate my girl, then so be it.
Taking a deep breath, I push back in my chair and stand. I need a break; my head is fucked, and worse, I feel like someone has fucked with my heart. I have this hunger inside me to want more than I’ve ever wanted before, to experience new highs, and I don’t want to do that with no one but my little sub. I need to get her on board too.
I pull open my door and head toward the restroom, but Emily bent over the photocopying machine has my footing wavering.
Jesus, that ass.
It’s even more shapely while she’s kneeling on the floor.
“Why the hell is it so backed up?” she says to herself while huffing and puffing.
Leaning against the doorframe, I struggle to keep the chuckle inside me but somehow manage as she jerks the drawer that feeds the paper into the machine out. “Stupid dumbass,” she grumbles.
