Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

T here’s a knock at my door. I look at the clock. It’s ten to six. Terri would have already left for the day.

“Come in,” I yell out.

The door opens and Dani walks in with a stack of papers and files in her arms. A guilt I’ve never felt before has been tearing me up all day over the list of tasks I gave her. It wasn’t even achievable. I knew that when I sent her the email. I was pissed off, still am. For whatever reason, she won’t stay in my fucking bed and wake up with me the next morning. I wonder if it has anything to do with that asshole ex of hers. I know she says she’s over him, has moved on. But what he did… leaving her on their wedding day. That has to be eating her alive.

The prick is an idiot. Any man who would walk away from a woman like Dani is an A-class moron. She’s the whole fucking package.

Perfect. Or at least she would be if she’d stay in bed all night.

“Dani?” I try to hide the surprise in my voice at seeing her walk into my office.

I know she’s been holed up in the copy room all day. I got a chewing out from Nathan and Xavier, who both bombarded me at lunch today about why Dani was surrounded by files and shit in the copy room. I swear the two are nosier than Mrs Stange, the old lady who used to live across the street from me. I’d always catch her peeking out of her curtains, and whenever my parents had one of their fights, she’d be over the very next morning to see my mother just to get the inside scoop. Not that the old bat needed to. She, along with the whole neighbourhood, would have been able to hear my parents’ arguments. They weren’t exactly quiet about them.

“I have everything on your list,” Dani says, dropping the pile of files on my desk.

“Everything?” I ask with a raised brow. There is no way she has everything.

“Yes, everything ,” she confirms while straightening her shoulders. Her eyes connect with mine; she doesn’t look away.

“Okay then.” What the hell am I meant to say? She’s fucking worked all day and managed to get the unachievable list of tasks completed.

I turn back to my computer and type out another email to her.

Sender: Alistair Warner

Subject: Most important task of the day

Dear Miss Hutchinson,

There was one task I forgot to add to the list I gave you this morning.

Undress. Now!

Sincerely yours,

Alistair

I hit send and look up to see Dani about to exit the office. “Shut the door and lock it,” I tell her.

She turns around and stares at me. “You cannot be serious right now.” Her words are hissed in my direction.

“Oh, I’m deadly serious, little girl. Shut the door and lock it.” I hit the button on my desk that fogs the glass windows of my office.

Dani stomps her foot but she follows the command like the perfect fucking little submissive she is.

“Good girl.” I praise her. “Now, there was one more thing on your list. Check your emails,” I tell her. I wait as she draws her phone out of her pocket and pulls up her emails. She reads it and shakes her head.

“No,” she says, looking directly at me.

“What do you mean no ?” I push to my feet and glare back at her.

“Exactly that. I’m done. I’m going home,” she says.

“You’re not done until I tell you you’re done. Strip, Dani, now!” I walk around my desk and stalk towards her.

“No!” she says again, folding her arms over her chest.

“Are you really going to deny yourself what you know I can give you?” I ask her, cupping her chin between my fingers.

“I don’t need anything from you,” she says.

“You may not need it, but you do want it,” I tell her. “Are you really going to leave here with a task undone?” I know that gets to her. She’s such a people pleaser, wants to be the best of the best. That’s what drove her to getting everything on that ridiculous list done today. She refuses to fail at anything.

“No,” she says as she starts unbuttoning her blouse.

Her stomach makes a god-awful noise. I look down at it. “Do you have an alien growing in there or something?” I ask her.

“I hope not. I skipped lunch. I’m just hungry,” she says.

I stop her fingers from undoing another button. “Why the fuck would you skip lunch?”

“Because my boss is an ass who gave me an impossible list of tasks that I had to complete today,” she fires back at me.

“You’re right. Your boss is a fucking ass. Fuck, Dani.” I run a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have skipped lunch.” I walk back to my desk and pick up my wallet, phone, and keys. “Come on.” I take her hand and lead her out of my office.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“To eat,” I tell her. I’m fucking pissed at myself that she forwent taking a break to get my stupid list of tasks done. I should have made sure she ate.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull up in a McDonald’s carpark.

“Wow, going all out. It’s not exactly the first place I thought you’d take me on a date, but it works.” She laughs.

“This isn’t a date. We’re just eating.”

“Right, because you don’t date,” she says.

“No, because when I do take you out on a date, it won’t be to a fast-food restaurant.” I correct her. “And you and I, we are dating, Dani.” I leave that in the air as I climb out of the car.

Dani is quiet as we walk in. I’m going through the self-serve menu and ordering a heap of shit we probably won’t even eat. But I want to make sure she has as much as she needs. After paying, I lead her over to a booth and slide in next to her.

“I am sorry,” I tell her.

“It’s fine.” She shrugs.

“No, it’s not. I was an ass.”

“I know.”

A young kid brings over our tray and looks from our piled-up order back up to us, before placing everything on the table and walking off.

“Did you think you were feeding an army?” Dani asks.

“Just eat,” I tell her, unwrapping a cheeseburger and handing it to her.

She practically inhales it while picking at fries between bites. “This is so good,” she says.

“Fuck, Dani, don’t make your sex sounds when we’re in a McDonald’s,” I tell her.

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t exactly bend you over this table and fuck you like I want to—that’s why.” I shake my head.

“What makes you think I’d even let you?” she counters while reaching for a chicken nugget.

“You’d let me because you’re already wet just thinking about it,” I tell her.

“Nope, I’m as dry as the Sahara Desert,” she lies.

“Want to wager on that?” I ask her.

“In what way?”

“If you’re telling the truth and you aren’t wet, I won’t get shitty when I wake up without you again tomorrow morning. If I’m right, and the thought of me bending you over this table and fucking you in front of everyone here has your pussy weeping, then you have to promise to stay in my bed until we’re both awake in the morning,” I suggest.

She smirks. “Deal. But how exactly do you plan to check?” She laughs as she picks up another nugget.

“Oh, I’m checking,” I tell her as my hand creeps up her thigh, under her skirt.

“We’re in a fast-food restaurant,” she says.

“I’m aware,” I tell her as my fingers slide beneath her panties. “And I win.” I grin triumphantly when I find her slit wet, my finger pushing into her opening. Her legs spread wider, giving me better access.

“Mmm, I feel like I’m the one winning here,” she says as I move my fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

“Nope, I’m still the winner.” I lean in and kiss the side of her neck. “I want you to come right here, right now,” I tell her. My thumb circles her clit as my fingers continue to pump in and out. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, little girl. I can’t wait to get you home and sink my dick into it.”

“Oh, fuck!” she murmurs, before covering her mouth with her palm. She clenches around my fingers, and her thighs close tight around my hand as she comes.

When I withdraw my arm, she watches me lick my digits clean.

“I really needed that,” she says.

“The food or the orgasm?” I ask her.

“Both,” she says.

“Well, eat up so we can go home and have more,” I tell her.