She cracked the door open before she sighed. “I take it you’re about to have a late-night?”
I pointed to the chair in front of me. “Have a seat. I’ve already ordered us steak to be delivered.”
She slipped into my office. “Now, I’m never one to turn down a nice steak, even if we have to eat it in a dark, cold, dingy office.”
I whipped my eyes up. “My office isn’t dingy.”
She giggled. “Made you look.”
A grin ticked my cheek. “Come and take a seat. The food should be here any minute.”
She sat in front of my desk in the chair I had offered her. “So, what’s keeping you attached to your desk?”
“Mrs. Voyich convinced me that there was no harm in opening up another space for the yacht rentals.”
She giggled. “What beach are you tackling now that you already own Miami? Myrtle? You heading west to the Gulf?”
I placed my pen down. “Actually, I decided to tackle the West Coast of Florida first. I figured if I’m putting Mrs. Voyich in charge of something around here, it might as well be in a place where I can easily get to things if she fucks it up.”
“Do you think she’s going to fuck it up?”
I shook my head. “No. I think she’ll do a great job, though she might need help.”
“Is this where you segue to tell me you’re transferring me to help her?”
I answered a bit too quickly. “Not when I need you here, no.”
Our eyes met, and I felt my heart skip a beat before Leslie drew in a deep breath. “So, what’s this about a business trip we’re taking? The only thing you’ve sent me thus far are the requirements for our living situation and the fact that it’s going to be in Honolulu.”
I stood from my chair and walked around, perching in front of her against my desk. “That’s right, we’re heading to Hawaii for a long weekend of conferences, speaking engagements, and mindless meetings. Sounds thrilling, right?”
“Depends on how close we’ll be to the water, I suppose.”
“We’ll be at Waikiki Beach for most of the conference, so any oceanfront villas or penthouses in that area will suffice.”
She smiled. “Fantastic. Being that close to the water will make for some wonderful views after listening to people mindlessly talk all day.”
“It’ll also make for some nice memories.”
The second the words flew out of my mouth, the mood in the room changed. I wanted to talk with Leslie about dates, plans, and expectations for the conference I was hosting before the food got here. But instead, Leslie placed her purse on the floor, tossed her notebook on top of it, and stood to her feet.
Before closing the distance between our bodies. “What kind of memories?”
I swallowed hard. “The kind that makes for decent-enough stress relief, I suppose.”
She smirked. “Ah, those kinds of memories.”
I nodded curtly. “Possibly. Depends on how busy we are.”
Her fingertips graced my silken black tie. “So, you mean you want to bend me over the bed while we gaze out at the ocean?”
My cock pulsed. “Maybe.”
She snickered. “And you want me to sit on your lap with my legs spread while you try to have your morning cup of coffee on the balcony?”
“I’m sure we’d have separate balconies to enjoy our morning coffee.”
Her eyes fluttered up to mine. “Then, do you mean pressing me against the glass while the sun sets over the water so you can fuck me into oblivion before I swallow your entire cock down the back of my throat?”
