Page 17 of Blurry Little Lines
“Drinking on the job?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah, it’s been quite the fucking morning going through all these spreadsheets.”
“I will personally bring one your way.” I head toward the bar as Adam paces to the elevator.
I check my suitcase with the front desk in the meantime and order Adam’s drink, along with one other that I can’t stomach. With drinks in hand, the elevator chimes open to the Wheaton’s business floor. I’m thankful I changed into dark jeans with a gray Henley under my blazer after I showered at the gym. At least my attire somewhat suits this floor that, technically, I shouldn’t be on. Adam is aware I’m on my way. I walk down the hallway and round the corner to an entire floor of windows.
“Max!” Priscilla, Adam’s assistant, stands to greet me. “To what do we owe the honor of seeing your handsome face on this floor?” She eyes me with a flirty smile, and I know I’ve still got her under my spell.
“Adam didn’t have time to grab a coffee.” Priscilla and I have hooked up a couple of times over the years, but it’s been a while. “Is he still in his meeting?”
“He is.” She walks closer to me. “How is the personal training going? I miss seeing you at the lounge bar on late nights.” Which is when I’d take her against the door in the break room before we would part ways.
“The gym is going really well, thanks.” I try to keep things formal and step to the side as I set the drink on her desk. “I’ll let you put the coffee in his office.” I turn and head to the corner office on the left.
The wooden door is cracked, and I peek through the two inches of open space before tapping my knuckle on the door. Kelsie sits straight in her chair, typing away on her computer. Her lips are plumped out and pursed in concentration, and for the first time ever, I notice she’s wearing glasses. The slim rectangle ones that spike every guy’s naughty librarian fantasy. Her maroon manicured nails that are clicking across the keys come to a stop. She sighs, pulling her shoulders back in an attempt to relieve tension. Her button nose twitches, as if she’s caught onto a scent, eyebrows drawing together as her chin tilts toward the door. I quickly knock, even though I’m spotted, and push the door farther open. Her mouth forms a perfect O and her glasses are removed before I can give them a compliment.
“Those glasses suit you.”
“Adam calls me a nerd.” Her cheeks hold a tinge of red as her eyes lock onto the to-go cup.
“Your brother asked me to grab him a coffee, and I thought you may like one too.” I hand her the cup. “Also, it would be weird for your brother to tell you that you have the sexy librarian look nailed down.” I let the truth spill out because she won’t fully believe me anyway. Kelsie rolls her doe eyes as her cheeks grow a darker red.
“If you say so,” she says with disbelief. I can tell she longs for the confidence she doesn’t realize is already within her.
“I don’t know how you stomach whipped strawberry milk in espresso.” I change the subject, trying to keep my mind off the last time I saw her consume strawberries.
“It’s the warm and creamy aftertaste on my tongue I enjoy the most.” The sentence flows from her effortlessly as she brings the coffee cup to her lips, trying to hide her smirk.
I pause, tilting my head, speechless, as my lips suck my front teeth. I’d reach out to poke her dimples right now if I knew she wouldn’t throw the latte in my face. Her eyes squint with playfulness and temptation as she stares up at me. Kelsie steals my breath like no woman ever has. With daring eyes and certainty in her words. The certainty. That’s what does it for me.
Are we really doing the obvious flirting thing?Is it too bold for me to swipe the papers off her desk dramatically, hike the tight skirt over her plump, sculpted ass, and mess up her face full of make-up?
She blinks, ending the moment, and glances behind me. I turn around to see Priscilla, and look back at Kelsie, who is now wearing a sharp, pointed look that she reserves for her children.
“Oh, do you girls have something scheduled?” Am I overstaying?
“No.” Priscilla twists a red lock of hair around her finger. “I wanted to let you know Adam said thank you for his coffee.”
“As an assistant, it’s not necessary for you to leave your area for something that Mr. Wheaton could have texted his friend for.” Kelsie’s tone is one I’ve never heard her use—it’s a deep professional bitchiness with a hint of threat. “Especially to barge into my office in which you have no business being in.”
Priscilla stands tall, trying to gain dominance over Kelsie. I feel like I’m in the middle of a silent cat fight, unsure what will happen next.
“I was trying to let Max know his gift was received. I figured I would do a round to make sure no one was where they shouldn’t be.” Priscilla walks right into a trap.
“Like an assistant wandering to areas they aren’t requested to?” Kelsie sharpens her jaw as her eyes narrow. Her small hands fold on her desk, and her face void of emotion, is one of the hottest things I’ve seen her do.
“I didn’t realize you took a break after returning from an hour lunch,” Priscilla replies, and I expect Kelsie to terminate her on the spot. I sure as hell wouldn’t put up with that.
“Max was stopping by to give me a littlepick me up.” Kelsie smirks with a wink, and I know damn well she’s sending an implication. But why? “Your job is to do what my brother tells you to. He sure as hell did not request you walk into my office uninvited to be mouthy.”
Instantly, my dick twitches as I wonder what Kelsie’s mouth is like.
“I’ll see my way out.” Priscilla gives Kelsie a smirk before her eyes float down my body and back up. Her teeth tug at her lip with a soft bite. “Enjoy your afternoon. I miss those ‘pick me ups’ from you. Call me soon.” With a wink, she’s gone.
I wince as Kelsie gives me a quiet scowl and turns back to her computer. She squints and refuses to give me the satisfaction of getting to see her in those sexy glasses again. Our moment is gone, and my heart sinks, wondering if we will ever get it back. After watching how she handled Priscilla, I make a mental note to be cautious if I ever throw Kelsie some bullshit excuse. The woman can handle herself far more than anyone gives her credit for. What I just witnessed turned me on as much as it scared me. What a beautiful fucking woman.
“If you’re finished taking up my time, I’d like to continue going through my emails.” She keeps the formal tone and gives me a side-eye in dismissal.