His To Own by Elena Black Page B

they could go over the transcripts from a case he was trying. In reality, he had her straddle his lap in his office chair while she rode him for half an hour . Afterward, they shared a Chinese chicken salad before she returned to her own desk. All in all, she had had worse lunch hours. Hell, she'd had worse dates , not that she thought of what she and Michael did as dating . It was the closest she'd come in months, though, and with a man as attractive as Michael it was hard not to enjoy the experience, however little it meant to him.
    Because of their special lunch meeting , Laney had a few hairs out of place as she half wobbled back to her desk. She was making mental note to take up yoga again when a feminine but insistent throat clearing caused her to look up.
    Standing in front of her desk was the most beautiful woman Laney had ever seen. She was blonde - not from a bottle, but the kind of fairy tale princess blonde every little girl with brown hair wished she could possess. Her bone structure was fine, delicate, her suit obviously hand tailored, and she balanced effortlessly on five inch designer heels. In comparison, Laney felt cloddish and mousy, her off the rack suit announcing her for a fraud.
    " I’d like to see Michael," the woman said imperiously.
    " And you are?" Laney asked, immensely proud of herself when she didn't stutter.
    "His girlfriend," the woman said, authority coloring her tone.
    Laney paled. He had a girlfriend ? Oh, God. No wonder he wasn't interested in a relationship. No wonder he was content to fuck her at the office and never made a move to take even a sexual coupling between them anywhere else. What kind of an idiot was she? It all made sense now and while his girlfriend stared at her with all the regality of a member of the royal family, Laney could feel the wetness between her legs, the residue of the sex she'd just had with Michael.
    She wanted to throw up.
    "Go right in," she managed to say through numb lips.
    "Hmph." Michael's girlfriend was clearly unimpressed and she stalked into his office like she owned it. Laney was vaguely surprised she'd stopped at her desk at all.
    The few minutes after the door to Michael's office closed were the longest of Laney's life. She was frozen with indecision, unsure what she should do. Barge in and confess their affair? No, she had no idea what their relationship entailed. For all she knew the two of them had an open relationship and that perfect woman was well aware Michael fucked his naïve temp at the office every day.
    "Was that Vivian I saw?"
    Laney's head snapped up, surprised. Price never spoke to her directly and she wasn't sure why he was doing so now.
    "I-I'm not sure," she stuttered.
    He sighed as if he expected that she'd be a stammering moron, as usual. "Michael's girlfriend?"
    "Oh," Laney said, nodding slowly. "Yes, then, I guess. She didn't exactly introduce herself."
    "Of course not," Price said dismissively, as if the idea of someone giving Laney their name before barging into her boss' office was a ridiculous notion.
    "She's really lovely," Laney said, her tone a bit wistful. Vivian was exactly the sort of woman Laney had wanted to grow up to be.
    "She's a ballerina," Price offered. "Professional. Danced with the Royal Ballet Company. I believe that's where she's been the past few months."
    An actual ballerina. Of course that was Michael's type. Laney thought of how awkwardly she moved, even when she was trying to be graceful. She was sure Vivian had never knocked over a box of straws in the break room. That likely meant Michael had never had the need to punish her, but that made sense, didn't it? That was why he enjoyed his diversion with Laney. Vivian had been out of the country, giving Michael the perfect opportunity to do things the oh-so-proper and perfect girlfriend would faint at the mere suggestion of. Laney certainly couldn't picture her on her knees, on the floor, while Michael thrust into her from behind, his hands just rough