Dirty Deeds (An Office Romance #2)(7)

“Don’t. Don’t f*cking walk away from me. I didn’t mean what we just did was bad. I meant I just hired you, and f*cked you all in the same day. I’m literally the biggest f*ck up ever. My moral compass has been obliterated.” I could hear the hate he had for himself in his voice and see the anguish in his eyes as he forced my body around to face him. He too, was disappointed in himself just as I was in myself.

His hand lingered against my shoulder and I wanted so badly to lean into his touch, my body begging me to give into the things that only this man could give me. I had never crossed a line like I did today, and though it was exhilarating, it was nerve wracking as hell. What happened if any of the other staff members find out? Did I still have a job if I told him no to f*cking a second time?

“I…” I ran a hand over my ponytail again. “I can’t believe this happened.” I was so far out of my element with all of this. Even though I wanted to sink deep into Mr. Nelson’s touch, I also wanted to run for the hills and never turn around. Which is why I went with my gut instinct and took a step back, and then another until my back came flush with the frosted glass door.

“Chloe it’s okay. None of this is your fault Babe.” The panic in those deep brown depths rose with every step away from him I took. I clenched my fists tightly and swung around at the last minute slipping through the door before he could do something else that would leave me feeling like a dirty whore.

Once I was out of his office I took a deep breath and headed towards the ladies restroom to clean myself up, vowing to never let what occurred between the two of us happen again.

My heart or morals could never take another hit like that. Sleeping with a man I hardly know, let alone my boss, isn’t who I am. And I certainly didn’t sign up to take the job as my bosses sex partner. But the Dirty Deed was already done.





Chapter Three


I barely made it through the whole week without breaking down and saying something to Chloe about what happened between us. Every time we were alone, she would find a way to leave the room, excusing herself by saying she was busy. I knew it had nothing to do with her work load, and everything to do with not wanting to be alone with me again.

“I made a huge ass mistake and I don’t know what the f*ck to do about it.” I whined like a pansy ass bitch into the phone to Cameron. He was the only other person I knew that had turned around and screwed his Personal Assistant.

“I heard. Chloe stopped by the house the other night. She was frenzied and wanted to speak to Sadie. I heard part of their conversation outside of Sadie's office.” I blinked letting what he had just said sink in.

“So you already knew that I f*cked her… and even worse that, I did so within hours of meeting her.” God I was sick bastard, and worst of all I couldn’t even lie and say I didn’t enjoy it because every second I was seated deep inside her * was one that I wanted to relive over and over again.

I started my BMW and put the call on speaker as I placed the car in reverse and pulled out of my parking spot in the parking garage. As I did so, my eyes caught a glimpse of strawberry blonde hair and soft blue eyes in my rearview mirror.

“You’re talking to the man of f*ck ups dude…” Cameron started, and before I realized what I was doing, I placed the car back into drive and pulled back into my parking spot. My body moving on its own accord.

“I have to go, I’ll call you back a bit later.” I mumbled, hitting end on my cell and opening the car door all at the same time. I slid across the leather seat with ease and found myself out of the car and across the small parking lot in what seemed to be a seconds. My eyes refused to leave Chloe’s frazzled ones as I took in the entire situation before me. She was on her cell phone and having obvious tire issues.

“Oh great, I have to let you go.” She said to whoever was on the other end. The annoyance in her tone almost made me laugh. The woman was beautiful even when pissed at me. I looked past her annoyance and saw sadness lingering mixed with disappointment. Similar feelings were etched on my face. We were a duo meant for each other and the dangerous game we were playing.

“What happened?” I eyed the flat tire on the right passenger side of her car with caution. Either she had shit luck, something had punctured the tire or she just failed to notice when her tire was going flat.

“Not that it concerns you or anything, but I obviously have a flat tire. I’m waiting for a tow truck to come and fix it for me.” Why was she so angry with me? Did she think I didn’t care about anything but her *? Did she not understand that she was the reason my heart beat so fast? The reason my cock was always hard as concrete? The reason I haven't f*cked another woman since that day?

“I… ehh…” I scratched at the back of my head knowing damn well she wouldn’t take me up on my offer, not after ignoring me all week in the office, but I needed to do something.

“You what? Came to laugh?” Moisture formed in her eyes, the sight of actual tears slipping down her cheeks caused something to snap inside of me.

“Fuck no. I was just going to offer to change your tire and maybe take you out for a drink?” I said sincerely. My body, lips, and hands begging me to reach out and soothe her, wipe away the tears, and make everything better.

She blinked away some of the tears and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand before a tear fell against her alabaster cheek. The apprehension she had towards me was painfully obvious, and I hated it almost as much as I hated myself for what I'd done to her on her first day of work. I was her boss, she was my Assistant, yet I wanted to f*ck her more than I had ever wanted to f*ck anyone else...ever.