The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(45)

“I’m nobody’s whore, Jameson, least of all yours. No job is worth my self-respect.”

The air crackles between us.

“So excuse me if the privilege of sucking your golden CEO dick doesn’t excite me any longer.”

He rubs his thumbnail back and forth over his bottom lip as his eyes hold mine.

“Were you on the debating team, Ms. Foster?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” I snap, annoyed.

“You make a good argument.” He licks his bottom lip as he tries to hide his amusement. “Impressive.”

I roll my eyes. Sarcastic asshole. God, he infuriates me so bad. I get an image of myself diving over the desk and punching him in the nose as hard as I can. It would wipe that smug smirk off his stupid face. I’m not even joking; his face really is punchable.

“Please,” I mutter under my breath.

“Please what?”

“Please stop insulting my intelligence. Run your meeting so I can get back to work. You’re wasting my time.”

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” Jameson calls.

Tristan puts his head around the door and looks between us. “Are we on?”

I get the feeling that Jameson told them to give us ten minutes alone before they joined us. “Yes, come in,” he replies coolly as he rearranges some papers on his desk.

They all pile into the office, and I straighten in my chair. These four men together are an extreme sucker punch. Gorgeous overload.

“Hello.” Tristan smiles. “Emily, this is Elliot and Christopher, our brothers.” I stand and shake both of their hands.

“Hello.” Elliot and Christopher smile.

“Hi.”

“Please be seated,” Jameson commands. “Tristan, you can do the honors, please.”

“Okay. So as per our meeting on Friday, we have recruited a private corporate investigator to work on your floor and get to the bottom of this mess.”

“Okay.” I look between them.

“What we want you to do is keep sending in bogus stories.”

I frown. “Why?”

“Because if there are a lot of stories going through that are bogus, it will be easier for us to trace.”

I sit back in my seat, annoyed.

“And as you can see—” Tristan continues.

Jameson holds his hand up. “Stop there.” He turns his attention to me. “What is it, Emily?”

I stare at him.

“What did you want to say, then?”

My eyes flick between the four men. “With all due respect, Mr. Miles, I didn’t apply for my dream job to do bogus stories.”

“Fair point,” he snaps as he rubs his thumb over his fingertips.

“What’s going to happen when this is all over?” I ask.

“You will return to your normal duties.”

“I would like that in writing, please,” I snap.

Elliot smirks and drops his head.

Jameson’s eyes hold mine. “Very well.” He turns his attention back to Tristan. “Please continue.”

“The investigator will be starting next week on Monday, and Emily, we would like you to be his eyes on the floor.”

I frown. “I don’t really want to get involved in all this.”

“You involved yourself the moment you stepped through my office door,” Jameson replies.

I drop my head. God.

“Emily, if you could give us a few bogus stories to start with next Monday, that would be great.”

“Okay, what would you like me to write about?”

Jameson’s eyes meet mine. “The first story I would like to be about a fake prostitution racket.”

I frown in question.

“Call the ringleader a two-bit whore.”

The fucking nerve of this man. “Okay.” I smile sweetly. “I have enough material to work with on that one.”

“Good.” Tristan smiles. “Work on those stories, and we will touch base next Monday afternoon.”

“Yes, okay,” I reply as I stand and walk toward the door. “Sounds good.”

“Emily, I’d like to see you for a moment, please,” Jameson replies calmly.

I stop on the spot. Seriously?

The boys file out of the office. “Bye, Emily,” they call.

“Bye.”

The door closes behind them, and Jameson stands and walks up behind me.

I can feel the heat from his body. The power he emanates is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

He takes my ponytail in his hand and wraps it around his knuckles three times and pulls my head to the side to give him access to my neck. In slow motion, he licks from my collarbone to my jaw with his thick, strong tongue. His lips go to my ear. “I didn’t get to taste you yet.”

I close my eyes as arousal runs through my blood like a river rapid. Goose bumps scatter up my spine.

I turn to him, and he takes my hand and puts it over his large erection in his pants.

Electricity zaps between us, and our eyes are locked. My breathing becomes ragged.

“Can I see you tonight?” he breathes.

I squeeze his dick as my sex clenches in appreciation.

“No, Jameson, you can’t.” I turn and walk out of his office with my heart hammering in my chest.