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Grayson’s hand reaches farther up my skirt and grazes the front of my panties. My breath quickens and my grip on the rose tightens. “You want to cook for me?”
I lose my breath at the warmth of his caress. Closing my eyes, I give into the sensation drifting through my body. “Yes.”
He stands, removing his touch. My eyes shoot open, only to close as his lips contact mine. His kiss is slow, sensual, affectionate even. It takes me by surprise.
Grayson steps closer, erasing the space between us. Sliding me off the desk, he pulls me flush against him. One hand takes hold of my ass as the other brushes my cheek, then holds the nape of my neck. His kiss deepens and I feel that colossal pole harden.
The door to his office suddenly opens and I jolt out of his arms as he pulls away from our kiss. I turn to see a tall, handsome man with brown, peppered hair in a gray suit look at us both, then smirk.
“Hi, Son.”
Oh my God. Please tell me he didn’t see much.
Grayson places his hand on my back. “Emma, this is my father, Arnold Cole.”
Mr. Cole nods pleasantly. “Emma, it’s a pleasure.”
My nerves splinter, tingling throughout my body. I have no doubt my face is bright red. “Likewise,” I manage to say.
“Emma, I need to speak with my father alone. I’ll come by your office later.”
Grayson rubs my back as I step away, giving me a bit of reassurance. I smile as I walk past Mr. Cole. As soon as I’m out of the office, I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Grayson
“Don’t fucking look at her like that,” I snarl.
Arnold’s attention returns to me now that Emma has left my office. He adjusts his suit jacket and smirks like the asshole he is.
“Look at her like what?”
“Like she’s a pretty piece of ass.”
“From the looks of what I walked in on, I’d say that’s precisely what she is.”
Keeping my anger restrained, I adjust my wrist watch and clear my throat. “Tell me you have a good reason for being in my office.”
“Coming to see my favorite son isn’t enough of a reason?” His attempt to fake insult is pathetic.
“I’m your only son.”
Arnold shrugs. “That I know of.”
I roll my eyes. “Reason…for being here?”
“I thought we’d have lunch and go over business.”
“Still hoping to sway my vote on the board?”
He scoffs. “Never should have given you those shares.”
A grin lifts the corner of my mouth. “Best decision you made and you know it. I keep you and the board of directors honest.”
Arnold walks toward my window and looks out at the view. “Yes, my righteous son. So honest and caring.” He turns to face me, his expression cocky. “How is Liza, Marie or was it, Michelle? Whatever flavor of the month she was?”
I chuckle at his jab. “Her name was Madison and that was over two months ago.”
Tucking his hands into his pockets, he stands proud, with his usual superiority. “And this Emma woman, what is she to you?”
