Angel Falling (Falling #1)(15)
His eyes were as green as the finest emeralds as his gaze looked me over. I could imagine we were both thinking the same thing. Sauntering over to him I covered his mouth in a deep kiss, biting then sucking his tongue. I nipped each lip, tugging on his full bottom one, and then pulled away. It released with an audible plop. He chased my mouth with his as I stood out of reach.
“And you think about that for the rest of the day, Mr. Jensen.”
“Oh Angel, I’ll think of nothing else,” I heard him say as I sashayed out the door, swinging my hips a little more than usual.
Chapter 4
“Thank God that’s over.” For the last five hours I survived off Starbucks and the memory of what I did with Hank this morning to keep me going. No breaks, no lunch just meeting after meeting. I hated to admit it, but I missed my cowboy.
My cowboy. Shit. Thinking of the man with the word “my” anywhere near it was not good. My mother was going to have a conniption when she found out the man was staying in my home. If she only knew what her perfect little socialite did today, in a public hospital room, she’d be mortified. If she found out the dirty things I planned on doing with Hank, it would be worse. The part of my body governing my actions wasn’t my mind right now, it was centered further south. The emptiness I felt not being in his presence messed with my head. Getting back to the hospital was priority number one.
We made our way back through the cubicle farm to the long row of offices. Mine was at the end and took up a tenth of the entire floor. Oliver’s space was also large. He had a huge antique u-shaped desk that cut in front of the double doors to my office like a sentinel. No one got through to me without him knowing it. Ever. I preferred it that way and he took the role very seriously.
Each member of our team knew Oliver had the second most important position in the company. Even my Chief Operating Officer knew his place when it came to Oliver. He may have the professional second-in-command title, but Oliver held my loyalty and trust. He just had a way with people. He knew what every department was doing, kept me posted on the inner workings, ensured the relationships internally and externally were on par with my corporate philosophy, and was well respected in his role. “You never cease to amaze me, Pen,” Oliver praised.
“How so?” I asked.
“You just own it. All those powerful men in that room, you being the only female. You weren’t the slightest bit intimidated. Didn’t even faze you.” He shook his head and smiled.
“It helps when you have more money in your bank account then all of them combined.” I grinned, appreciating my wealth for what it was: a means to get what I wanted in life. Of course now I wanted something a little more visceral, and tall, with skin the color of brown sugar.
“Yeah, but the way you handled Grant Campbell — that was priceless. I wish I could have taken a picture of him when he cornered you and said he missed you and you nailed him,” he chuckled.
“Heard all that, huh?”
“Oh yeah. I also heard you ask him how his skank of the week was doing. I did a mental touchdown dance on your behalf.”
“I did no such thing. You’re putting words in my mouth.” I sighed. This was the longest day in history. Memories of my fingers firmly locked around Hank’s cock flashed through my mind like a wicked porno reminding me of where I wanted to be right now.
“Okay, maybe I’m embellishing a bit. You did ask him how the tart was doing.”
“That I did.” I smiled remembering Grant’s smug look when he told me he missed me, and couldn’t get the image of me under him out of his head. That’s when I asked him how Cynthia was doing.
“Yeah, but you sold it when you came up and mentioned that Hank’s things had been completely moved into my penthouse.” I nudged his elbow with mine. Grant looked like he’d been stabbed. The mere thought that I had moved on from him, a self-proclaimed “amazing catch” brutalized his ego. I enjoyed every second of his tortured disgraced face.
“I thought that was a nice touch.” He blew on his knuckles then rubbed them across the lapel of his blazer.
I rushed into my office to grab my things so I could get back to the hospital. The prickling twitches to be near Hank, to see him on the mend, was at the forefront of my mind. If I didn’t get to the hospital soon, I would most definitely explode from the tension. Just his text earlier stating that everything was set with the new foreman sent butterflies through my belly.
“Aspen! You’re okay!” I heard the words two seconds before the life was being physically crushed out of me. A sheet of dark hair smacked against my face. The smell of cinnamon encompassed the space, leaving no doubt as to who held me in a bone-crushing embrace.
“London, what are you doing here?”
My sister’s gray-blue eyes searched mine, tears welling in her beautiful gaze. “You could have died!”
“Who told you?” My eyes darted over to Oliver’s.
His answering fake whistle indicated his guilt. He swayed from heel to toe and back again looking everywhere but at me, then suddenly down at his watch. “Looks like that’s my cue. See you in the morning, Princess.”
He scampered out of my office so fast I could almost see the tail tucked between his legs. Right then and there he earned a solid payback for this and the white lie about the donation to the children’s ward the other day. He knew not to share details like yesterday’s accident with London. She didn’t do well with emergency situations or accidents.