seat, smiling and gesturing
as he speaks. I love seeing him so excited; it’s infectious, and I feel
myself smiling along with him.
It doesn’t pass me that every so often he
shifts in his seat, brushes his leg against mine and half smirks in my direction.
Bastard. Every touch is electric, and my body bursts to life again. I want him.
Now. He knows that too and he’s teasing me, torturing me.
I compose myself and decide a little
payback is in order. Thankfully he’s to my left so I can still use my right
hand to take notes so this will look less suspicious, not that anyone but Aden
is even paying one ounce of attention to me anyway. I could probably whip my
top off and let the girls out without any of them batting an eyelid.
With my left hand now safely under the
table, I reach across and squeeze the top of his leg. His body stiffens and his
eyes widen a fraction. I bite my lip to control my slutty side that just wants
to drag him back to my office, or the bathrooms – they’re closer.
Aden’s erection is bulging against his
smart black suit trousers when my hand reaches his crotch, and I smile to
myself. How awkward will it be if the meeting suddenly ends and he has to stand
to shake everyone’s hand! The thought sends a thrill through me. That’d teach
him for starting this game.
“I want only the best, Aden,” Richard says.
“I don’t sign bad artists, Dad,” he replies
without missing a beat. His voice is even but his hand fisted on his knee gives
him away. “You can put your faith in the label.”
Richard nods. “I know I can.” They seem to
have worked through their issues that they undoubtedly had when Aden took off,
and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to do the same with my parents. I hope so
because I do love them and I do want a relationship with them.
Once the meeting is over I walk back to the
office with Aden. Unfortunately, he put an end to the rubbing about five
minutes before the meeting ended. He knew it was wrapping up and pinned my hand
to his knee.
Without saying a word, he gestures for me
to go in his office. Should I be worried that he hasn’t said anything? As soon
as he closes the door behind us he stares at me with a look of pure lust and my
insides turn to mush.
I’m about to say something –
apologise for carrying it on so long in the meeting – when he grips my
hips, slamming me against his door. His lips seal over mine in a scorching hot,
passionate kiss. The sexual tension from earlier erupts, he hitches my leg up,
and I wrap them both around his waist.
He moans into my mouth and arches himself
against me. His erection, begging to be freed from his trousers, rubs against
me in the most delicious way. I shudder as he again rubs his hardness against
me, setting every nerve ending on fire.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and we
leap apart, panting. Aden rearranges his trousers and takes a deep breath while
I flatten my hair and sit down on the spare chair by his desk.
His eyes flit to me, making sure I’m ready
before he opens the door. Richard and his PA, who I found out is called Amanda,
are standing before us, completely oblivious to what they almost walked in on.
“If you have a minute to spare this
afternoon I’d like to speak to you. Nothing important so there’s no rush,”
Richard says.
“Of course. Give me an hour or so.”
Richard nods. “I’m in the office all day so
whenever you’re ready.” He nods in my direction and turns on his heel, walking
off. Amanda scurries after him.
Aden shuts the door and turns to me. His
expression is unreadable, and I have no idea what he’s thinking. “Millie, about
that kiss,” he says, shifting on his feet awkwardly. “It shouldn’t have
happened.” He clears his throat. “I’m not saying I didn’t want it too because I
did. I still do actually but…”
“But what?” I ask.
He frowns. “I don’t know,” he replies.
“Shit I shouldn’t even be thinking about you this way, and I
as he speaks. I love seeing him so excited; it’s infectious, and I feel
myself smiling along with him.
It doesn’t pass me that every so often he
shifts in his seat, brushes his leg against mine and half smirks in my direction.
Bastard. Every touch is electric, and my body bursts to life again. I want him.
Now. He knows that too and he’s teasing me, torturing me.
I compose myself and decide a little
payback is in order. Thankfully he’s to my left so I can still use my right
hand to take notes so this will look less suspicious, not that anyone but Aden
is even paying one ounce of attention to me anyway. I could probably whip my
top off and let the girls out without any of them batting an eyelid.
With my left hand now safely under the
table, I reach across and squeeze the top of his leg. His body stiffens and his
eyes widen a fraction. I bite my lip to control my slutty side that just wants
to drag him back to my office, or the bathrooms – they’re closer.
Aden’s erection is bulging against his
smart black suit trousers when my hand reaches his crotch, and I smile to
myself. How awkward will it be if the meeting suddenly ends and he has to stand
to shake everyone’s hand! The thought sends a thrill through me. That’d teach
him for starting this game.
“I want only the best, Aden,” Richard says.
“I don’t sign bad artists, Dad,” he replies
without missing a beat. His voice is even but his hand fisted on his knee gives
him away. “You can put your faith in the label.”
Richard nods. “I know I can.” They seem to
have worked through their issues that they undoubtedly had when Aden took off,
and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to do the same with my parents. I hope so
because I do love them and I do want a relationship with them.
Once the meeting is over I walk back to the
office with Aden. Unfortunately, he put an end to the rubbing about five
minutes before the meeting ended. He knew it was wrapping up and pinned my hand
to his knee.
Without saying a word, he gestures for me
to go in his office. Should I be worried that he hasn’t said anything? As soon
as he closes the door behind us he stares at me with a look of pure lust and my
insides turn to mush.
I’m about to say something –
apologise for carrying it on so long in the meeting – when he grips my
hips, slamming me against his door. His lips seal over mine in a scorching hot,
passionate kiss. The sexual tension from earlier erupts, he hitches my leg up,
and I wrap them both around his waist.
He moans into my mouth and arches himself
against me. His erection, begging to be freed from his trousers, rubs against
me in the most delicious way. I shudder as he again rubs his hardness against
me, setting every nerve ending on fire.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and we
leap apart, panting. Aden rearranges his trousers and takes a deep breath while
I flatten my hair and sit down on the spare chair by his desk.
His eyes flit to me, making sure I’m ready
before he opens the door. Richard and his PA, who I found out is called Amanda,
are standing before us, completely oblivious to what they almost walked in on.
“If you have a minute to spare this
afternoon I’d like to speak to you. Nothing important so there’s no rush,”
Richard says.
“Of course. Give me an hour or so.”
Richard nods. “I’m in the office all day so
whenever you’re ready.” He nods in my direction and turns on his heel, walking
off. Amanda scurries after him.
Aden shuts the door and turns to me. His
expression is unreadable, and I have no idea what he’s thinking. “Millie, about
that kiss,” he says, shifting on his feet awkwardly. “It shouldn’t have
happened.” He clears his throat. “I’m not saying I didn’t want it too because I
did. I still do actually but…”
“But what?” I ask.
He frowns. “I don’t know,” he replies.
“Shit I shouldn’t even be thinking about you this way, and I
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