Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

X avier is my boyfriend.

That thought has played on constant repeat in my mind over the past week. Ever since last Sunday when he said he wanted to be an official couple, I haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my face. I did tell him that we really needed to keep our relationship on the downlow in the office. I don’t want or need any rumours about me sleeping my way to the top, not that I have any desire to be a lawyer or to stay in the position of Xavier’s secretary long-term. I just don’t want to be the source of office gossip.

We’ve spent every night together this week. He even came and stayed at my place a couple of nights when I insisted I needed to go home and water my plants. He didn’t mention how crappy my tiny shoebox of an apartment was, and he never complains about having to sleep on my bargain sheets that probably don’t even have a thread count—although I’m tempted to steal a set from his linen closet to take home.

“Hi, Shar, is Xavier free?” Bentley, one of the first-year associates, stops at my desk.

“Ah, let me check.” I pick up the phone and dial into his office.

“Miss me already, babe?” Xavier answers, and I’m bloody relieved I used the handset instead of the speaker. I know that Bentley (along with the rest of the office) probably knows about me and Xavier being… well, together, I guess. But I would like to remain somewhat professional. I want to be respected, not looked at as the boss’s latest fling. Or worse, the girl trying to sleep her way to the top.

“Bentley is wanting to see you, sir,” I tell him in my most professional tone.

“I’d much rather be seeing you, but send her in,” he replies before cutting the call.

“You can go in.” I offer Bentley a smile. She’s been polite and friendly towards me in the few weeks I’ve been here.

“What kind of mood is he in?” she asks.

“Ah…” I don’t know how to answer her.

“I need to ask him a favour and the chances of him reaming me out and telling me where to go depend on his mood,” she says nervously. “Actually, maybe I should just ask Alistair.”

“He’s in a good mood. I think.” I try to reassure her.

“Okay, here goes nothing,” she says, walking past me. I watch as she hesitantly pushes the door open. I don’t know why people are so scared of Xavier. He’s nothing but a big teddy bear underneath all the grumpy growling. You just have to dig hard to find it.

Within five minutes, I hear yelling coming from Xavier’s office. I don’t know what has him so riled up but he’s not impressed. Bentley comes out with a smile on her face, which is odd, considering how terrified she was moments ago.

“What happened?” I ask.

“I gave him my four weeks’ notice,” she says.

My mouth hangs open in shock. She’s leaving? “Why?” I ask, dumbfounded. I may not be a lawyer but even I know this is the top firm in Melbourne.

“There are other things I want out of life. This job, it’s one of them, but it’s suddenly not the most important. I can be a lawyer at any firm. Who knows? I might even start my own.”

“But you love it here. You told me just last week,” I remind her.

“I do, but sometimes love isn’t enough, you know.” Bentley walks off.

I nod my head, but I don’t know. What could possibly be more important than the firm you worked your ass off to get into?

“Shardonnay, get Nathan and Alistair in my office immediately,” Xavier grunts through the intercom.

I press the button. “Sure.” I want to ask him if he’s okay, but that’s a stupid question. Of course he’s not. So, instead, I stand and walk past Tracey, Alistair’s secretary. She’s an older woman, who doesn’t appear impressed by my rudeness of helping myself to her boss’s office. Alistair’s door is open. Knocking a few times, I walk in. “Mr Christianson would like to see you in his office, immediately,” I rush out.

“Why?” Alistair says, looking up and dropping the highlighter that was in his hand.

“No idea, but I probably wouldn’t keep him waiting.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you.” Sprinting to the other side of the hall, I offer Terri a polite smile. “So sorry,” I mouth as I walk past her and knock on Nathan’s door.

He looks up and smiles at me. “Shardonnay, what can I do for you?” he asks.

“Mr Christianson would like to see you in his office, immediately. His words, not mine,” I say.

“Did he say why?” he asks. What is it with these men thinking that Xavier’s going to tell me exactly why he wants to see them?

As I reclaim my seat at my desk, both Nathan and Alistair walk past me, the door to Xavier’s office shuts, and I do my best not to eavesdrop on the conversation happening on the other side. It’s hard not to hear when Xavier and Nathan are yelling. I hear the word ‘quit’ and ‘you’re a fucking idiot’ repeated a few times.

They’re not in there that long before Nathan storms out again. He doesn’t look at me, which I’m extremely thankful for. I don’t want his wrath focused on me. I have a feeling he’s on a one-way mission to Bentley.

Five minutes later, Alistair walks out, stopping at my desk. “Shar, can you book a VIP table at Unhinged. We’re all going out tonight.”

“Ah, sure, is there a particular reason— occasion, I mean?” I ask him.

“It’s Friday and the more alcohol I ply these idiots with, the less likely they are to kill each other.” He smirks a smirk that I bet has girls dropping their panties. Still, it does nothing to me.

“Okay, I’ll book it.” Once Alistair is out of sight, I walk into Xavier’s office, locking the door behind me. “Fog your window over, sir,” I tell him.

Xavier looks up at me, a drink in one hand, his phone in the other. “Now really isn’t a good time, Shardonnay.”

“Too bad. You can either fog your windows, or the whole office is about to get a view of my tits.” I start to unbutton my blouse.

“Fuck.” Xavier reaches for the button, and I know without looking that glass has been fogged over.

Sliding my shirt down my arms, I let it slip off, then reach behind me and unzip my skirt. It flutters to the floor as I slowly make my way over to Xavier’s desk. My fingers twist at the clip on the front of my bra, and my breasts fall free as the lace drops to the ground.

Xavier is silent, his eyes heating a trail up and down my body as he watches me. When I make it to his desk, I step behind it. He pushes his chair back, giving me room to step between him and the solid piece of furniture. My fingers hook into the sides of my panties and I pull them down my legs.

“This is what’s going to happen,” I tell Xavier as my fingers undo his belt, and then the button on his pants. His cock is rock-hard, tenting the fabric of his pants, as I purposely brush my fingers along its length. “I’m going to turn around and bend over this desk,” I say, unzipping his fly. “You’re going to fuck me with this glorious cock of yours, and you’re going to take any and all frustrations you have right now out on my body.”

Xavier’s eyes widen. They’re full of heat as he watches me turn around. I position myself on top of his desk. I don’t bother to move any of his files or papers. I feel his fingers slide up the underside of my right thigh, continuing to slip through my folds. “You’re fucking perfect, Shardonnay, and drenched,” he says, shoving a finger inside me.

“I’m always drenched when you’re around.” I smile, peering over my shoulder at him.

“This is going to be quick and rough. Hold on to the edge of the desk.” I feel him stand, and the next thing I know, his cock is lined up with my entrance. He thrusts all the way in, the top of my legs banging against the ledge. One of Xavier’s hands wraps around my hair, pulling my head up. His body leans over mine. “If you want to act like a dirty little whore, Shardonnay, and strip in my office, a place we both agreed was a no-sex zone, then I’m going to fuck you like one,” he hisses into my ear. There’s something arousing about his whispered words. I’m so used to his gruff voice. “Is that what you want? You want to be my dirty little whore?” he asks, tugging on my hair a little more roughly.

A moan slips out of my mouth as my hips push backwards into him. “Y-yes, sir,” I manage to say. He releases my hair, grips the back of my neck, and pins me to the desk. He pulls all the way out of me, before thrusting back in, harder than before. He repeats this process, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in. “Yes!” I moan.

He pauses and I turn my head to see him bend down and reach for something. “Open your mouth,” he demands. I drop my jaw and he shoves my panties passed my lips. “Keep them there. If you can’t be quiet, then I have to muffle your screams. As much as it pains me to do so.”

Xavier starts fucking me harder, faster. Each thrust pushing me against the desk top. His hand wraps around the front of me, his fingers find my clit, and he starts rubbing. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

“Fuck yes, come for me. Squirt your fucking juices all over my cock.” Xavier continues to fuck me right through my orgasm.

A couple of minutes later, he pulls out, and spirts of warm liquid coat my back. I lie still, catching my breath and only looking back over at him when I feel his fingers trace the letter X over my skin. He sure does have a thing for marking me. I should be grateful he’s not a tattoo artist.