Linda
I'm sitting at my desk in the outer office when it happens.
Brent touches my bare thigh. His rough hand travels until he touches my panty-clad core.
I gasp.
It's official. I know Brent wants me.
He gives me a hungry look. "God, I want you."
Brent kisses me, "and I tell him. What about that girl who's having your baby? Do you love her?"
He tells me, "Call Larry in trades. See if there's a conflict of interest regarding the Knowles client."
I double-blink, trying to clear my blurred vision.
Brent strolls by me. His head is buried in a folder as he walks by my desk on his way to his office.
I press my lips together, ignoring the wetness in my panties. "Brent, um, a Dr. Ownes called while you were in your meeting."
Brent stops and stands in front of my desk. His hazel eyes narrow.
He's staring at me. Is my make-up perfect?
"Well?" Brent pods.
I love you, Brent.
"I don't know, Brent," I tell him instead. "He said he'd call back."