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Sloane didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would break a sweat during sex never mind spread her legs in a public restroom while balancing on a vanity as her boss watched her masturbate.
“I would do anything for Mr. McKenzie.” Wrinkles creased her usually smooth forehead. “When he meets with me, he’ll see you’re not the one he’s looking for. And you’ll be out of luck, Reese.” With a dismissive wave of her fingers, she strutted away.
A fist of fury punched my gut. Sloane meeting with McKenzie would destroy all of this. I should have known I would never get a man like Kane. Someone like Sloane was more his pedigree. She had money and connections, or at least her family had. They owned half the city, and, she was right, she was fresh out of college. Why pick someone like me who’d been around the block a few times when he could have someone like Sloane. And just like that, lady luck had kicked me up the butt again. So much for my new pendant and the miracles it was supposed to bring into my life.
I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my chest. Maybe I had Sloane all wrong. Maybe she liked to get freaky between the sheets and would be perfect for Kane. How does the saying go? Never judge a book by its cover, or in Sloane’s case, never judge a princess by the size of her pearls.
I was a fool to think Kane had wanted me or was even remotely interested. Friday night was a fluke. He was just horny and took the opportunity when it presented itself—when I presented myself. And now, on top of it all, he had a video of me masturbating. How fucking awesome was that?! What a fool I had been!
Dejected, disillusioned, and depressed I made my way to the elevator. On the way, my phone rang. The number wasn’t one I knew, but I accepted the call anyway.
“Hello.”
“Ms. Peterson, this is Melissa Star, Mr. McKenzie’s PA.”
“You’re British,” I said, surprised. “You sound like Mary Poppins.” Her accent was soft and soothing, and she sounded like she belonged in Downton Abbey or in some other period drama.
She gave a gentle laugh. “Yes, I am British. Mr. McKenzie would like you to come up here asap. I’ll text you the elevator code to the penthouse offices.”
“But I—”
“Not another word, Reese.” She hung up before I could ask about Sloane’s meeting with Kane.
Why was he summoning me at the same time he was meeting with Sloane? Anger fired up my veins. Was this all part of some sick game? One that involved me going up to his fancy ass office so all the rich people could laugh at my stupidity and naivety?
A text message with the elevator code vibrated my phone. A debate raged within me. Should I go up? Should I at least hear what he had to say? Give him the benefit of the doubt? Or should I walk away and never look back?
The fear of being humiliated decided for me. I wouldn’t go anywhere near him. It was time for me to leave with what little pride I still had intact.
As soon as I got home, I’d search for another job. I wouldn’t fall for my new boss or have anything but a professional relationship with my colleagues. I especially wouldn’t use restroom breaks for anything other than what they were meant to be used for. And I, sure as hell, wouldn’t send my boss videos!
I was spitting mad, but who was I madder at—Sloane, Kane, or me?
Chapter Eleven
Kane
The hands on the clock moved slowly; anticipation was making me eager and anxious. Concentrating on work had been almost impossible all day, but now the day was almost done and soon I would see Reese again. Idly, I tapped my fingers on the arm of my chair and wondered if she was still wearing the cum soaked panties I gave her.
“Kane? Kane? Are you even listening to me?” The baritone voice on the phone roused me from my thoughts. Ashton had raised his voice a bit.
I sat forward and put the phone closer to my ear. This deserved my attention. “I’m sorry, man. It’s been a day,” I explained lamely. “Please go on. You were saying?”
He huffed a little; a small sound I could barely hear over the phone. “I was asking if you finished the paperwork I sent over. The finalizing contract for the merger? Did you look it over and sign it?”
“It’s next on my list, Ash,” I tapped the black folder with the contract sitting on my desk. “It doesn’t need to be signed for two weeks. Calm down a little.”
Ashton, one of my oldest friends, had a tendency to be a little uptight. We were merging out two companies together next month. I had merged with a lot of companies, but this was a big deal. Ashton would be coming in as my equal and business partner. Sharing power was something I usually avoided, but he had database and search tech that I desperately wanted access too.
