Layers(41)

“You have John Westwood next. He came from Texas to see you.” Alarm and stress emanates from her high-pitched voice.

Daniel sighs. “Well, tell him he’ll have to wait.” His shirt is wide open now. He unbuckles his belt, looking at me with a predator’s glee.

My insides tighten and I swallow hard, murmuring, “What are you doing, Daniel?”

“You.” One simple word that makes me tingle where I shouldn’t at this time of the day. His targeted, slow, graceful steps are directed my way, his stare deep in mine. He licks his lip, right where the scar is, causing the rhythm of my breathing to noticeably increase.

“Aren’t you locking the door?” I swallow hard again as what’s about to follow sinks in.

“Believe me, baby, no one will dare open it.”

That I can believe, psycho.

Facing me he tips his head and kisses me with fervent, tantalizing passion, making my entire body lose balance. Heat switches into a different kind of heat. He turns to my neck, lavishing it as his leg parts my legs. He presses against me and I pant.

“I want you on my desk.” His husky tone caresses my ear.

“You can have me wherever you want,” I say under my breath, willing to surrender to any desire he might have.

He smirks with a devilish delight, looking pleased, sweeps some papers out of the way and lifts me on his desk. He drops to his knees in front of me, taking off my right sneaker first and then the left.

“Unbutton your jeans,” he commands in a rough, bossy voice. I gladly obey. He yanks my jeans and panties off in one pull, making me slide to the edge of the desk. “Perfect.” He chuckles with a lustful gaze and next his mouth is on me. I tremble, leaning back on my elbows, letting him work my desire into a peak. While I’m still a turmoil of lust and hunger he stands up and pulls a small aluminum package from his pocket.

“Always prepared,” I say, smiling through uneven breaths.

“I knew you were coming.”

“You knew I would come?”

His eyes radiate at me wickedly. “Do you want to play the hidden sexual innuendos word game now, or you want me to project you, Hayley? What will it be?” His face reflects both humor and desire.

“Project my brains off, Daniel, please do.” Closing my eyes I arch my back as I sense him filling me with his uncontrollable appetite.

~~~

When our pulses return to a conventional rate, I get dressed as Daniel buttons his shirt up. He mutters, “We should be doing this on a daily basis,” all smug grin.

“But of course, by all means, have Anne put it in your schedule as your regular noon booty call.”

He laughs and murmurs, “I wish.” And then adds, “You amuse me.”

“That I know, D.” I smirk at him.

“And much more …” he says quietly. I look at him under my lashes and he rewards me with an expression of tenderness. Checking my watch I immediately stress up. Back to corporate reality …

“What is it?” Daniel observes me, concerned.

“I’ve been out for too long, this is so bad.”

“Actually I think it was divine.” His lips stretch in a naughty smirk.

“Seriously, I’ll get fired with only two days of seniority.”

“So come work here.” He is still in high spirits.

“Not for all the money in the world, even if I have to work the streets.”

He looks at me, entertained.

“And why is that, Hayley Grace? Please do tell.”

I radiate my sweetest smile at him. “Because you’re kind of … psycho. You know … insane …” And that is an understatement, Mr. Stark.

He lets out a husky, low laugh, and then steps over to wrap me in his embrace.

“You are just too sweet.”

I smile at him and kiss his mouth. “I need to go now, Daniel.”

“Did you eat lunch?” he asks before I step out the door.

“Didn’t have time, I was engaged in some burning projects.”

He shakes his head, lips lopsided.

~~~

“Hayley, there is a delivery for you here.” The impudent young, pink haired, pierced receptionist says with a prying gaze.

“A delivery for me? Where is it?” She hands me two takeaway boxes.

“Thanks,” I say, deliberately disregarding her snooping eyes.

At my desk I open them both. There is one box with sushi rolls and miso soup; the second contains salad and a chicken wrap. There is a printed note stuck to the underside of the chicken wrap box.



Though sushi is your favorite, I wasn’t sure if you’d want it again for lunch, thus the second dish.

P.S—if you don’t want to eat them both, share it, BUT not with that boss of yours.

D

I laugh and smile overjoyed thinking of him. You are just so sweet and intense, D.

Josh’s Colgate grin pops in my cubicle as I take the first bite of my wrap, “Still hungry?” he asks, curious, looking at the feast spread on my desk.

“It was sent to me,” I shrug with a small curve of my lips.

“Didn’t you go out for lunch earlier?” His eyebrows pucker.

“I ended up running an errand instead,” I say, trying to sound casual, and I can feel warmth covering my face. You know, just a surprise sexually transmitted disease test, don’t we all have those from time to time?