Angel Falling (Falling #1)(14)
“Aspen, are you still at the hospital?”
“Yes.” Lying would never work with Ollie. He knew me too well.
“It’s almost eleven and you have a meeting with the stakeholders for Bright Magazine to discuss the issue from yesterday. Remember, the possibilities of a setback on the project?”
“There will be no setback. That building will be done as promised. We’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll discuss it with Hank; determine what our next steps need to be in his absence.”
Hank’s gaze followed me as I paced the room. “Are you going to make it here on time?” Oliver asked.
I looked down at my watch. It would take fifteen minutes to discuss the concern with Hank and at least another twenty minutes to get to AIR headquarters. “My driver’s here at the hospital. I’ll have him take me shortly. I’ll be there for the meeting. Just make our guests comfortable until I arrive.” I rang off with Oliver.
“What’s the problem with the project? Saw my guys yesterday. They said the accident was contained.” Hank’s concern was evident.
“Depends on how confident you are in your crew’s ability to continue without you. Do you have any idea who will serve as foreman in your absence?”
He lifted his hand to his chin and scrubbed it across his face. The sound of those callouses connecting with the newly grown stubble was intoxicating. I craved to run my tongue along its rough edge.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Angel, you won’t be making it to any meetings today and I’ll discharge myself against medical advice.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” The man was insane!
“Oh, but I would. I’ve been sweet on you for a lot longer than you know.” His grin was dangerous. Made me believe he was serious.
“That won’t be necessary. I think we can both behave like civilized human beings.”
“Is that what they call it when a sexy woman jacks off a man in a hospital bed … civilized? Well almost jacked me off. Seems as though we got some unfinished business to attend to.” His laugh echoed through the room as he pumped his hips in the air. He was still hard as a rock and oh so tempting.
No! Not going to happen. Not now. I have to go. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smirk on my face. He had a point. Instead of rationalizing what we did I made an agreement with myself to not psychoanalyze it and just go with it. If I thought about it too much, embarrassment and shame would ruin the uninhibited moment we’d shared.
“Hank, seriously, I need an answer.” He had to realize that it was my responsibility to assure the stakeholders that the project would continue unchanged, even after the accident. “Do you think your crew can handle the job without you to stay on top of them?”
“I do. I told Mac yesterday to serve as foreman on the project in the interim. In the next week I’ll check on the guys, make sure everything is going as planned. Mac is a good worker and I trust him.” His tone was firm and confident.
“Okay, sounds good. Do you think the project will be set back from the break in the crane and the pipes falling?” I shivered visibly at the memory of those metal spikes falling through the sky like acidic rain.
“No, we have backup options for cranes and I’d ordered plenty of materials. I’ll work with Mac to determine any delays and touch base with the architect. My men will work overtime to pick up any slack.” I could see the wheels turning in that beautiful head of his. A rush of admiration swept through me as I took in his tired face and bandaged body. He was here because of me. My heart swelled, bringing forth feelings I had no business having about this man.
I grabbed his phone off the side table and programmed in my phone numbers. “Please call or text me when you’ve heard from your contact. I’m going to meet with the stakeholders for the magazine that’s going to be housed in that building when it’s finished.”
“A magazine, eh? What about?”
“Fashion, movies, television.”
“So, a smut mag then?” His face screwed into a grimace.
“No, not like a tabloid rag. This magazine will take readers to a thirty-thousand-foot view of making movies, the actors playing in them, television producers, writers, fashion designers and their newest trends, the up and coming hopefuls in each category. Things like that.” He looked bored already. “Probably not your taste.”
“You’re my taste.” He licked his lips seductively. Damned if another rush of heat didn’t pulsate through my body, landing right between my thighs. His words did things to me. The sultry grin on his face proved he knew the affect he had.
“You’re bad, Mr. Jensen,” I grinned and tried to pretend I didn’t love every second of his crassness.
“Oh, so we’re back to formality, I see. As long as you remember that you just had your pretty little fingers wrapped around my cock but good.” His lips twisted into a grin and he gripped his manhood over the blanket for emphasis. “You think about that while you’re meeting with the suits today.” He flashed a wicked smile. I inhaled deeply, thinking back to my hand firmly gripping his manhood.
I wanted more. To see, taste and suck every inch of his thickness. Moisture slicked my sex and I knew I had to get out of here and off to work before I did something worse than palm his goods. It was impossible to leave without one more taste of him.