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She wanted his touch.
He knew it, and knew she knew he knew it. But she had her reservations. After all, she was his boss. A thousand and one things could go wrong with the scenario, if he didn’t play his cards right. Luke McGraw studied Lani Mitchell as she gave the board her presentation. She tried not to look at him during her speech, but he caught her gaze roaming in his direction.
He wondered what kind of panties she wore beneath that tight, expensive suit she favoured. Would they be a bold, sexy colour like red or black? Or something in the pastel family that was dainty and feminine? She wore thigh high stockings that made his mouth water. He loved women who wore stockings. Especially if those stockings were accompanied by a garter belt. His cock hardened at that image playing through his head.
Maybe he should forget the whole boss-employee circumstance and just fuck her on the boardroom table? That would definitely shock a lot of the stiff old men in the room, and probably even a few of the ladies as well. He tapped his pen against his paper and raised his hand, like a good little boy, to interrupt her speech.
Now she has to look at me.
“Luke?” Lani said, a bit breathless.
“I know you said that Mitchell Cosmetics chose the orphanage for this year’s annual charity, but what exactly are you planning on doing for them?”
“We’re hosting a Christmas event. Mitchell Cosmetics will buy Potter Children’s Home gifts for each child. We will also deliver a full Christmas meal for them to enjoy.”
Lani’s eyes met his. He licked his lips. A moment passed between them and Luke could have sworn her eyes screamed ‘fuck me’ at him. He grinned. He wanted to, if his cock had anything to say about it.
“Are there anymore questions before I continue?” she asked, averting her attention from Luke.
Luke raised his hand. He almost laughed when her eyes met his for a second time. “When you say ‘we’ you actually mean us as a company, right? Not ‘we’ as in we have to be there to hand deliver the presents and feed the kids.”
He thought it was a decent question. Granted, he felt bad that the kids didn’t have parents or a place to call their own. But he, like most everyone else, had family events to attend. He held her gaze. He knew Lani didn’t have family, and what friends she did have had their own families. He understood why she’d want to do something like that—she was an orphan herself—but did she have reason to drag them along with her?