“He’s watched Jameson go through very public battles with the media and the ramifications it has caused in his private life.”
I listen intently; this isn’t how I was expecting our conversation to go.
“He doesn’t want that for himself or his partner. In his own way, he is protecting you.”
“Who would ever have thought that a media family would hate the press so much?” I say.
“The irony.” She smiles. “Christopher has filled me in on your and Elliot’s history, you haven’t always liked each other or gotten along?”
“No.”
She smiles as she watches me. “Why is that?”
Fuck.
I stare at her, lost for words.
She reminds me what it was like to have a mother figure pry for information: it feels nice. Familiar.
She takes my hand in hers once more. “I hold honesty in the highest regard, Kate.”
Shit, that was code for . . . lie to me bitch, and you’re done. Oh hell, I brace myself to tell her the truth. Here goes nothing.
“I thought he was a self-absorbed, self-righteous womanizer.”
She chuckles in surprise. “Elliot is all of those things.”
I smile too.
“But if you get underneath all that, and not many people get the chance to, he is kind and warm and generous.”
I well up; she’s completely right. “I know.” I sip my drink. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Miles,” I whisper. “But I wish Elliot was a plumber.”
“Why?”
“Because then we would come from the same world and I wouldn’t have to share him. And he could just be whoever he wanted to be.”
She puts her hand under her chin as she stares at me.
Shit . . . I shouldn’t have said that. I crossed the line.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“That’s okay, dear,” she cuts me off. “Can I ask you a question, Kate?”
I nod.
“What don’t you like about Elliot?”
“Um.” I pause. Fuck . . . he told me not to go there with her and here I am having a deep and meaningful. I’ve fallen for her trap. You idiot, Kate.
“Umm . . .” I pause again.
“Be honest with me. What don’t you like about Elliot?”
“His arrogance, his money, his temper . . .” I pause as I try to articulate my words. “He’s closed off and cold, reserved, and can be mean-”
“What do you like about him?” she interrupts.
I think for a moment. “His kind heart.”
Her eyes hold mine and eventually, she smiles softly. “It’s lovely to meet you, Kathryn,” she whispers.
“I’m so sorry about this morning,” I whisper back. “You can’t imagine how horrified I am that we met that way.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She laughs. “I know what my son is like, I’m not delusional. He’s definitely no angel and his nickname was well earned.”
She seems happy and I’m not sure, but I think I answered her questions right.
“I can’t wait for you to meet Emily and Claire tonight.”
I put my hand over my stomach. “It makes me so nervous.”
“Don’t be.” She smiles. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
I arrive at the top floor of the Miles Media building and the elevator doors open into a huge swanky space.
It’s all white and complete luxury, with a floor-to-ceiling glass wall and view over New York.
“Kathryn?” The receptionist smiles as she stands.
“Yes.”
She shakes my hand. “I’m Sammia.” She turns to her colleague. “And this is Lindsey, from HR.”
“Hello.” I smile as I shake their hands; well, this is awkward. Elliot failed to mention that the female employees here are shit-hot.
“Elliot is expecting you, his office is the last on the right.”
“Thank you.” I walk down the long corridor over the white marble and knock on the last door on the right.
“Come in,” his strong voice calls.
I open the door tentatively and he raises his chin as if defiant. “Miss Landon,” he snaps. “Do you have that report I’m waiting on?”
I roll my lips to hide my smile; he’s playing pretend. “Yes sir.”
“Come in,” he barks.
I walk in and close the door behind me.
“Lock the door.” He stands.
I frown and slowly turn the lock.
“I’ve worked out what I want for my birthday, Miss Landon,” he says as he walks around his desk. “I’ve been wanting it for about seven years now. The time has come for you to deliver.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, what’s he talking about?
He knocks hard, twice, on his desk and my eyes widen.
Oh no, a hard surface.
His dark eyes dance with arousal and he pushes everything off his desk.
“Elliot,” I whisper.
Then he is on me. He pushes me up against the back of the door and kisses me hard.
“Elliot.”
He bites my neck as his hands slide up my dress and down the front of my panties.
“They’re just outside,” I whisper.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak, Miss Landon,” he growls in a whisper.
His fingers circle the lips of my sex, he slides in one finger, and my eyes flutter closed.
“Elliot,” I whimper as he slides in another.
His eyes hold mine as he begins to work me hard, thick pumps of his fingers as he pins me against the wall. “Open your fucking legs, Landon,” he hisses.
His harsh words bring a rush of arousal and he smiles as he bites my ear. “I want it wet, swollen.” He adds another finger and I throw my head back against the wall.
Oh hell.
The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes around his office.
“What if someone walks in?” I whimper.
“Then they’ll have to wait their turn.” He grabs a handful of my hair and drags my face to him. “You’re going to bend over my desk. You’re going to open up that pretty little pussy for me.” He jerks me hard, his grip on my hair is almost painful. “And you’re going to take my cock and then get on your knees and drink me down.”
He grabs my face in his hands. “Do you understand me?” he commands.
I nod, arousal screaming through my body like never before.
He drags me to his desk and pushes me over it; he tears my dress up and I hear the zip of his fly. Gone is the sensitive lover I’ve had of late.
Elliot Miles is here in all his glory.
Fuck . . . I’ve missed him.
With one hand gripping a handful of my hair, he slams in hard.
The burn of his possession stretches me, burns like never before.
My mouth falls open as I try to deal with him, my face mangled into his desk.
Up close and personal.
His hands go to my shoulders as he rides me hard, the sound of our skin-slapping echoing.
They’ll know.
He moans, and from the guttural sound he makes, I know he’s close.
He pulls out and in one movement, pulls me up and pushes me down to my knees, slides his cock down my throat and with his two hands gripping my hair, he comes in a rush.
I nearly choke; he’s a lot of man to take like this.
His dark eyes hold mine as he slowly pumps my mouth, completely emptying himself into me.
His chest rises and falls as he gasps for air, his grip on my hair loosens.
I lick my lips. “Happy birthday, sir.”
A trace of a smile crosses his face as he realizes we’re still in role play, and he zips up his trousers. “Stand up, Miss Landon.”
I stand and he pulls my dress down and straightens it, pulls his fingers through my hair to neaten it.
I lick my lips again, excited that he called me here to get a blow job at work. “Will that be all, sir?” I whisper.
His dark eyes hold mine. “For now.”
He walks around and sits behind his desk, leans back in his chair.
Arrogance personified.