Discomfort

Roman POV ...

I had kissed my share of girls in college, at clubs, and during parties, but none like this.

Hannah made me feel like I was the luckiest man in the world to be worthy enough to kiss her. I was lying on top of her, my hips wedged between her thighs when my phone rang in my pocket.

I had planned on ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail. Hannah was moaning, making my body react in a way that I knew it shouldn't. I reached beneath her black and white dress, touching her hip and noting that she wasn't wearing any underwear before I continued up past her stomach to take her breast in my hand.

Her hard nipple poked my palm, sending a wave of desire through me, but Hannah pulled away from our kiss and pushed at my shoulders.

"Your phone," she said breathlessly, staring up at me with her green eyes.

"Sh*t," I murmured. She was right. I should at least check to see who was calling.

I climbed off of Hannah, immediately regretting pulling myself away from her hot, sexy body. The number belonged to the secretary at my office.

"Goddammit," I said as I climbed off of the bed, erring on the side of caution that the call might actually be about something important. My dick was so hard that it was throbbing uncomfortably against my slacks.

The way Hannah was moaning when I was on top of her nearly made me take her then and there. But she had pushed me away so that I could answer my phone, so it was probably best to comply. "I need to take this," I said before leaving Hannah's room, closing the door behind me.

My phone was ringing in my hand, and l cursed before pressing the green answer button. "What is it?" I asked the secretary very harshly, but I didn't care. She had interrupted my time with Hannah.

"Sir, this is your secretary calling from the main office," she said.

"What do you need?" I asked brusquely, walking down the corridor toward my bedroom.

I didn't mean to sound so rude, but the massive erection throbbing in my pants was eager to be taken care of, and the secretary had interrupted. But that was no reason to be rude to the woman.

The kissing that Hannah and I had been doing shouldn't have happened in the first place. I was toeing a dangerous line, and if I wasn't careful, I could destroy any chance of earning Hannah's trust.

"There's an issue with one of your domestic accounts that requires your immediate attention," the secretary said. "The accountants have asked that you come in to verify some information."

"I'll be right there," I said, hanging up the phone.

I doubted there was anything majorly wrong with the account. Most issues had to do with the sheer volume of assets and misplaced accounting files. I entered my bedroom, and walked straight to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I could still feel the way that Hannah had been grinding her body against mine.

I splashed my face again with cold water, including my neck.

Damn, Hannah hadn't been wearing any underwear or a bra. If it was possible, my dick grew harder at the thought. The splashes of cold water weren't enough.

I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off along with my slacks and boxers. I needed a cold shower.

"F*cking hell," I shouted as the cold water poured over me. I pressed my hands against the wall of the shower, forcing myself to stand in the cold water until I was numb.

I had to go back and tell Hannah that I would be leaving, and going back in there with a hard-on was a bad idea.

I stood upright, closing my eyes so that the water pelted me on the face and chest. The discomfort of the cold water finally eased my erection.

I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and l dressed into a fresh shirt and slacks, all the while preparing myself to return to Hannah's room. The sexual energy between us was too precarious, and in all likelihood, it had to be due to stress. We were both under a lot of it.

I left my room and walked down the hall back toward Hannah's room. The memory of my hand on her naked body beneath her dress made me shudder with longing. "Pull yourself together, Roman," I said aloud.

"Now is not the time to think about getting laid"

When I reached Hannah's door I knocked gently.

"Just a minute," Hannah called out, and waited, forcing myself not to just shout through the door that I would be back and make a run for it. She answered the door wearing her green bathrobe. I immediately imagined her naked beneath it. Hannah stared up at me expectantly with her green eyes.

"I just wanted to let you know that I need to head to the office for a bit," I said to her. "I'll send Geoffrey up to check on you," I told her.

Hannah smirked and I tilted my head at her in confusion. "What's funny?"

"I don't need a babysitter, Roman," she said with a smile. "Thank you for your concern, but I'll be fine while you're at work. I feel much better after our chat."

Damn the chat, I thought. Maybe she meant that she felt better after the intense few moments of kissing we had shared. "I didn't mean to imply that you need a babysitter," I said. "I just want you to feel comfortable like you're at home. I want you to have access to whatever you need."

Hannah nodded. "I get it," she said. "Thank you."

"I shouldn't be gone long," I said. "I usually work from home, but they need me to check on some things at the office." Her green eyes were watching me, and I had to resist the urge to pull her toward me and kiss her goodbye. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be back shortly. I didn't want to leave you thinking that I'm a bad host."

"How sweet of you to care what I think," she said.

I wanted to explore that comment further, but I decided to just drop it and leave her to some privacy.

"I'll catch up with you when I get back," I told her.

Hannah only nodded and closed her door.

***

My driver dropped me off in front of my office building downtown. As soon as I stepped into the lobby, I was greeted by several employees as I made my way to the elevators.

"Let accounting know to meet me in my office," I said to the receptionist as I passed.

"Yes, sir," she said, picking up the phone to do as I had requested.

I took the elevator up to the top floor. Security greeted me from his desk and I walked to my office at the end of the corridor. My name had been etched into the glass door, each letter in gold trim. My father had handed the largest office over to me months ago with the announcement that he would be leaving me in charge while he was planning his retirement.

The smaller office to the right that used to belong to me was officially his now, but he was rarely in the office anymore at all.

I fired up my computer and dialed into the office voicemail system. By the time I had listened to the voicemails and responded to a couple of emails, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I shouted, and the head of accounting stepped into my office. He was a nervous, balding man, but he was damn good with numbers. I stood and indicated the small conference table so that we could sit. "There's an issue with one of the domestic accounts?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said, placing his laptop on the table so that we could both view the screen. "A large amount of money was withdrawn this morning by an unknown source." He entered his password and clicked on one of the domestic business account spreadsheets.

"Here," he said, hovering his mouse over an item to highlight the information. My throat tightened. The amount was one hundred million, and the name of the withdrawing party was J. Fitzgerald Enterprises.

Holy sh*t, I thought.

I had given Jared the wrong account information for the payment to The Auction House. "This expense doesn't show up on any of our reports," he said. "I even checked the off shore reports to make sure there hadn't been any mistakes."

"It's fine," I said, my heart pounding in my chest as I thought of an excuse to make for the unaccountable hundred million dollars to J. Fitzgerald Enterprises. "It was a mistake on my part," l admitted. "That was supposed to come out of my personal account," I said, pulling out my phone. "I'll transfer it back."

"What should I put for the expenses log note?" he asked me, clicking into the spreadsheet document and typing a password that would allow him access to make changes to the entry.

Oh, what was I going to tell him? What type of purchase would necessitate a hundred million dollars?

"It was for a bar recently acquired," I lied.

He looked at me. "You purchased a bar for one hundred million?" he asked.

The guy was an excellent accountant, and he didn't let a cent slip by without his knowing about it, but now was not the time for him to be nosy. "Yes," I said, "it's one of those ultra modern artsy bars. High tech. I purchased the building with the equipment and the staff. I wanted to pay for everything up-front to avoid any slack on the back end."

Luckily, I had been working with my father when he made a similar business transaction last year, so the excuse made sense.

The accountant nodded, typing as I spoke.

I clicked through my personal accounts and transferred the one hundred million dollars back into the business account.

"There," I said. "It should be correct now. Good catch," I told him.

"It's best to give me a warning for large investments, when possible," the accountant said. "It makes the expenses much easier to track in the long run, especially if something goes wrong. I need to be able to keep the expense log up-to-date."

"You're right," I said. "The bar was just an impulse buy for a business project I'm working on. Nothing that needs to go beyond this room," I said, eyeing him pointedly.

"Yes, sir," he said. "Consider the matter settled."

He stood and left my office.

Once the door was closed behind him, I propped my elbows on the table and rubbed my eyes.

I needed to get this wedding with Hannah over with so that I could have the contract off of my back. I couldn't afford to make any more mistakes like that, or my family and I could end up in serious trouble.