Something Real (Whiskey Men, #2)(34)

“No dating other men,” I grunt at her.

I’m not happy about this. Not one fucking bit.





Lilian





He just made me come harder than I ever have in my life, but he doesn’t look happy. If anything, he looks pissed off. “Fine. If I’m not dating any other man, then you’re not drinking wine with Tommy’s mom or dating other women.”

He shrugs. “I told you in Vegas. I haven’t even looked at another woman in two years. The only woman I want has her cum on my dick right now, so there’s that.”

I push him off me. “You’re so crude, Ford.”

He helps me off the desk, pulling my underwear up my thighs. I’m a mess, but he doesn’t seem to care. He pats my panty-clad pussy before bringing my skirt down to cover my hips. “It’s not crude when it’s the truth.”

He points at his manhood, and sure enough, it’s shiny from our release. I watch as he stuffs himself in his underwear and pulls his pants up. I’m biting on my lip when he completely covers himself from me.

“What? Were you not finished? I can put off my afternoon meetings.”

Licking my lips, I put some distance between us as I try to finger-brush my hair. I can feel that my lips are swollen, my body is aching and I’m sure it shows exactly what we’ve been doing in here. “How do I look?”

He smirks at me, obviously proud of himself. “You look satisfied.”

I tap my foot on the floor and roll my eyes. “That’s not what I meant but yeah, I am satisfied. I’m going to use your restroom to freshen up before I go back out there.”

He comes over and kisses me until I’m breathless. “Good idea. I’m going to a meeting—”

I point down at his nether regions. “You don’t think you should clean up a little before you go?”

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Nope. I like having you on me.” He kisses my neck and is out the door before I can respond. In one fell swoop, I fall against the door he just walked out of.

I just gave in to my boss.

I want everything that Ford has to offer, but I’m scared. What if I’m not enough? What if he changes his mind?

I told myself that I was going to chase my dreams and do what I want, but does that mean I can’t be with Ford too?

What if my sister leaves? Can I tell her no, that I won’t go with her after I’ve promised her that I will always be there for her when she needs me?

The satisfaction I was feeling only moments ago is fleeting, and now all I feel is turmoil. I make my way to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I’m a mess. I run my fingers through my hair, clean myself up, and then walk back out into Ford’s office. I straighten up his desk and notice he’s left his phone. I give it a dirty look because I’m thinking about the text from Tommy’s mom that has gone unanswered.

I barely make it out to my desk and Beau is standing in the hallway. “Hey. Have you seen Lucas or Ford?”

I point at Lucas’ door. “Lucas was in his office with Isabella a while ago. I’m not sure if they’re still in there. Ford had a meeting in town but should be back shortly. Can I help you with something?”

He’s shaking his head. “No, I was just wanting to check in with them. I’m sorry about what happened with Jim Ogle while you were in Vegas.”

I hold my hand up. “Please, I’m the one that’s sorry that you lost his business.”

He shakes his head. “We don’t want his business.”

I nod quickly to change the subject and ask about his wife. “How’s Natalie? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

Pain is reflected in his eyes, but he forces a smile to his face. “She’s fine. She’s okay. Uh, I’m going to go out to the plant and see if I can catch Austin. I’ll see you later.”

I nod and watch him walk away. I really should call and catch up with Natalie. Determined to do just that, I make my way to my desk, but before I can pick up the phone, a woman stops in front of my desk. She looks unsure and a little nervous. I give her my best smile. “Hello. May I help you?”

She nods, looking around at the office before looking at me again. “Hi. I’m Elle Grace. I saw the ad in the paper. I was hoping to apply for the assistant's job that is open.”

I barely stop myself from jumping up and down. “Great. Do you have a resume?”

She nods and pulls a folder from her tote bag that is hanging over her arm. She seems unsure when she hands me the piece of paper. “I don’t have a lot of experience. I can type ninety to a hundred words a minute. I’m a fast learner, I’m dependable, and I work hard.”

I take the resume from her and scan it quickly. Her job history is limited to one previous position. But it says that she is skilled in all of the software that we use here. Honestly, she reminds me of myself when I first applied for a job at Blaze Whiskey.

“Do you care to wait in the conference room down the hall? I am going to see if Lucas is available to interview you.”

I point to the half-opened door, and she goes to it, disappearing inside. I would want to hire someone with more experience, but for some reason, I can’t let her leave.

I buzz into Lucas’ office, and when he answers, I explain the situation.