My Summer in London (My Summer #1)(50)

Denise grinned at me before rolling her eyes. “I’m sure it’s quite important. There’s no need to fret, my dearest love. I like you better for him than that other twit. It warms me to see him blissful. This is the happiest he’s been for all I’ve known him since working here. He’s a good man with a huge heart. He may seem difficult at first, but trust me … He’s the kind who’s worth the wait.”

My jaw dropped to the floor. “How …?” My mouth still hung ajar, rendered speechless.

“I’m the boss’s eyes and ears around here. I know everything,” she said before winking at me then leaving for the afternoon.

Five minutes later, I was still at my desk, stuck in the chair, reeling from what Denise had told me. I mean, how long had she known? I wasn’t sure if I was going to laugh or hide from all of this embarrassment.

Denise and Cruz had great respect for each other, and given the time they had worked together and known each other, it was apparent how Denise truly cared for her boss’s wellbeing. I supposed anyone would if the man you worked for went out of his way to get her boyfriend a position in a famous media publishing company.

“Okay, time to get this over and done with.” I let out a breath before I stood up and strolled towards his office.

Upon entering, I found him at his desk, still engaged in a conference call. Our eyes finally met, and then his face broke into a smile.

“I miss you,” he mouthed, making me blush endlessly.

Still beaming like a lovesick puppy, I took my time and poured myself a coffee. Then I decided it might be a great idea to take one of the two chairs that was situated before his desk and simply waste my time by openly staring at the man.

Cruz was tuned in to the meeting, but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at me every few seconds or so. His eyes captured me in such a way that made me wonder what he was thinking as he gazed at me like he were debating if he was going to kiss me or eat me alive once he was done with his call.

While sipping on my hot beverage with my eyes trained on the sexy beast, I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I felt a little frisky. T there was just something about watching him deep in negotiations while distracted by my presence that got my libido revved up like no other.

As a result, with my drink in hand, I got up and pretended to be interested in my plush surroundings. I began with the abstract expressionist painting by the famous Jackson Pollack before I double-checked to see if Cruz’s eyes were following me. Sure enough, they were.

Encouraged, I decided to set my cup aside on one of the coffee tables before I went towards the floor to ceiling glass windows and began taking off the dress. The zipper was situated on the side, so it wasn’t such a hardship.

Wiggling out of the dress until it reached my ankles, I then stepped to the side and cocked my head to see how the boss was doing with a sultry smile teasing on my lips.

Cruz’s face was priceless.

He had his lips slightly parted with the tip of his tongue licking the bottom of his lip as he perused my body with profound concentration. I knew he was beyond aroused, so I carried on with my striptease. My bra came off next then my underwear.

I was about to give him the come-hither look when I heard him cut the call short just as he stood up and sent me the most delicious stare to date. The second he got his hands on me, I was surprised when he carried me to the edge of his table, spread my legs as wide as they could stretch as he took a seat in his chair. Then his mouth delved between my folds without any reservation.

Relaxing, I concentrated on the incredible things my body was going through. The man seriously had unbelievable stamina. I was ready to pass out on his desk after he f*uked me twice. He was just amazing, and I couldn’t love him any more than I already did.

I was beyond grateful when he plucked my naked form from his desk and situated us on the couch. These were my favorite moments with him lately. I named it our “cuddle time” when he and I could talk about anything and everything. Be it silly or serious, everything was open for discussion.

My head was on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while my forefinger aimlessly left slight strokes on his skin, basking in the very feeling of him against me.

“Guess who I had lunch with today?” I quipped.

“Archer?”

His response made me roll my eyes because we both knew how much he hated me spending any time with his flirtatious brother.

“Nope. It’s even better. Ivy.”

His body instantly stiffened before he untangled himself from me and gave me a baffled look. “What in the bloody f*uk is going on, Serena?”

Why was he immediately defensive?

“First of all, it wasn’t me who initiated anything. It was her who reached out to me. Second, she wanted me to speak to you about reconciling with her, which I’m doing right now. Thirdly, drop the f*uking attitude before you piss me off.”

“My apologies. You caught me off guard when you said her name. So she called you and begged for you to talk to me and what else exactly?”

Since he seemed sorry enough, I let out a sigh and told the tale from the very beginning, emphasizing in great deal the pain Ivy was in.

I carefully gazed at him, wanting to see the truth in his eyes as I asked him, “Is there any chance for a reconciliation between you two?”

His expression became dreadful, as if he already detested what I was going to say next.