AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Your father,” I say as a look of shock settles over her face and I finish zipping myself back up.
“It’s open!” I say, standing up, straightening my tie and running my hands through my hair. I grab my water bottle, hoping I can mask my breathlessness with drinking.
Jonas Ramsay doesn’t seem to notice as my door flies open and he barges in, a wagging finger already pointed in my face.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he shouts and I fully expect him to lunge across this desk and beat the living shit out of me.
“I can explain,” I say with my hands in the air. I can explain, but I don’t want to and I’m damn sure he doesn’t want to hear about how me and his daughter ended up as fuck buddies.
“You better because I thought we had trust. Where’s Brontë?” he says, looking over his shoulder toward the hallway. “Tell her to get me a coffee, would ya?”
“She’s, uh, she’s volunteering today,” I say, a bit confused. Maybe he hasn’t found out about us. Shit, now I don’t know what I’m explaining.
He rolls his eyes and sits down heavily in the chair in front of my desk.
“You better have a damn good reason you not only threatened Jack Niles over at Pierce but also insinuated to him that I knew about this little accounting error going around or possibly had something to do with it.”
Relief washes over me and I release my breath.
“First of all, I never insinuated shit; he did. I told him that you had nothing to do with it and he said maybe I should double-check that theory. Second, I’ll threaten him and anyone else who attempts to sell me shit based on fraud. We are both way too smart and way too successful to be beholden to some mediocre financial firm that thinks they can pull the wool over our eyes.”
“Goddammit, Beckham.” He sighs and leans back in the chair. “What are we going to do about this? I don’t want the company. I know you could turn them around; they’re worth fighting for. We need to get to the bottom of this nonsense now before the SEC gets involved.”
I shake my head. “Honestly, Jonas, if it is fraud, the SEC will get involved. I want whoever is doing this to be punished and brought up on charges and you should too. You don’t want our names tied to someone else’s dirty laundry.”
“True,” he mutters. “Let’s set up a meeting with Jack and Bryan. We’ll go over everything and get this sorted so we can get things moving forward again.”
“I think that sounds like a good idea.” I feel a pinch on my ankle. “Shit!” I jerk my leg back and Jonas eyes me. “Sorry, sock must have pulled a leg hair.”
“Well, sorry to barge in here like this. You want to grab an early lunch?”
I stand and walk toward him. “I can’t, buddy. Sorry. Got a full day. Rain check?”
“Sounds good,” he says, and I walk him to the door, closing it behind him after we say goodbye.
A second later Brontë is emerging from beneath my desk, half-dressed. She must have somehow shimmied into her clothes while I was speaking to her father.
“That was—” I don’t finish the thought because she’s clearly upset. Her hair is a mess. She’s carrying her shoes, and her shirt is only half-buttoned and untucked.
“Hey,” I say, reaching for her, but she jerks her arm away and walks past me.
“Hey!” I say again more firmly as I grab her arm and place my other hand against the door so she can’t open it. “I know that was uncomfortable, but what’s going on? Talk to me.”
“Seriously?” She steps out of my grasp, her expression going from anger to hurt. “You shoved me under your desk while my mouth was full of your cum. Talk about humiliating and feeling like a cheap fucking whore.”
“Whoa. I have never called you that nor wanted to call you that. What was I supposed to do? It was your father, Brontë. Do you want him to find out?”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, crossing her arms as her shoes dangle from one hand.
“I thought that’s what got you off honestly, sneaking around behind Daddy’s back. You freaked out last night when I asked if you’d told anyone; you made it seem like that was the last thing you’d want, someone to find out about this.”
“Don’t put that all on me. You made it clear multiple times you didn’t want my father to find out either. You said it, this”—she motions between us—“wasn’t worth coming between my father and me and it wasn’t worth you risking your friendship with him.”
“I—not like this. You really want him to find out while my dick is in your mouth?” I regret the words as soon as I say them. I see her flinch.
She looks down at the floor and it hits me that the fun has seemed to run out for her. Maybe that’s what this morning was, a last-ditch effort to bring back the spice and excitement by fucking in my office.
“I guess this just solidifies why it was all a mistake in the first place.”
