Chapter 13: Chapter 13
Lana pulled her ruby red convertible Ferrari into her reserved parking spot and flipped the ignition to off. She hadn’t submitted an official letter of resignation so her spot was empty, since technically it was still hers. She’d planned to give her notice today, but all that had changed when Matthew stormed from her home in a fit last night.
She dragged in a ragged breath as she gripped the steering wheel.
“What did I do?” She asked herself for what must have been the hundredth time. Long after Matthew’s departure, she’d tossed and turned, unable to sleep. At first, memories of their lovemaking had kept her up. The sex had been explosive—mind numbing.
She’d had her share of lovers in the past, enough to know that her experience with Matthew had been special.
“Shit. That stupid word again,” she spat out, hating that it kept creeping back into her thoughts whenever she thought of him, which was every waking moment. And when she wasn’t thinking of him and the
amazing sex, then there were his words which he’d spoken before he’d stormed out. Yes, he was young, but he was a full grown man. And he’d never done anything in the time she’d known him to suggest that he was irresponsible or immature.
“But he’s just so young,” she whined. What would her friends think? She bounced her forehead against the steering wheel three times. They would think she was a desperate cradle robber cougar who’d been so sprung off the sex that she’d been foolish enough to get herself knocked
up by her boy lover.
“Hell, if it wasn’t me, that’s what I would think,” she muttered dryly and checked her reflection in the mirror on her visor. “Ugh,” she mumbled in disgust as she stared at her haggard expression. It was guilt, plain and simple. No matter that she had been less the seductress and more the seduced, she’d lain awake all night because she was too old to be sleeping with Matthew, and should have had sense enough to stop things before they’d gotten out of hand. But she hadn’t. Quite the opposite.
She’d practically flung herself head first into a sordid affair.
“And now you could be pregnant, you dummy,” she chastised herself because as soon as Matthew left, she’d raced upstairs to check her calendar, and based upon her calculations, she sat somewhere between a miracle and a prayer.
She banged her head against the steering wheel three more times for good measure. “Just so stupid, stupid, stupid.”
She sat there alone in her car for several more minutes until she felt strong enough to gather her things and make the short trek inside. She knew Matthew had an early morning meeting and decided to head him off before he got any ideas about showing up at her door to finish the account.
As angry as he’d been, she’d doubted he would even return, but when she remembered that he had to finish the account, she concluded he really had no other choice. But she did. What had seemed like a good
idea—to work on the account from the comfort of her home had backfired. So now she was back at the office for the next two weeks.
No way they could slip up again if they were at the very busy, very
occupied office. At least that’s what she hoped.
*****
Matthew scowled at his computer screen as he sat back in his chair to rub his hand across the scratchy stubble along his jaw.
She thought she was so clever coming into the office. She thought it would be easier to keep him at arm’s length if they were in the safety of their office. She was wrong.
He glanced at the clock. Ten p.m. They’d been there all day, working on the account, shuttling back and forth between their offices with questions, both professional and polite. Both pretending as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and removed his tie. What was he doing? Here he was working on an account that was already done in
an effort to woo a woman who was as stubborn as a mule. This was not working out at all how he planned.
“That’s because you didn’t plan, you idiot. You just acted,” he grumbled in frustration. Like an immature, spoiled, fool, he wanted to add, but figured idiot was enough.
And now because of his impulsive actions, Lana could well in fact be pregnant and as a result she was barely speaking to him. He’d spoken the truth last night. He wanted children, and he was fine with having them now. Granted, he would have liked to have waited a couple of years so he could scale back on his hours at work.
His father had been a workaholic who was rarely around when he was growing up so he’d sworn to himself that when he had kids he would be there for them. But as he’d told Lana last night, they would figure things out together. He refused to let work interfere with the raising of his child. But between the two of them, Lana was actually the true workaholic. Yet somewhere deep down he sensed having a child would change that.
Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes as he imagined Lana as a mother, and smiled at the thought of seeing her belly swell with his child and how an active toddler would be just what she needed to upset her carefully ordered life. He knew she would make an excellent mother. Patient, attentive, loving.
The sound of his office door slamming shut jarred him from his fantasy and his eyes snapped open to see the very object of his thoughts, standing before him with her hands balled on her hips, wearing a frown across her face.
“I can’t believe you’ve fallen asleep again. I was just about to tell
you that I was going to go, thinking you were hard at work.” She stalked across the room to stand behind him and stared at his computer. “How far have you even gotten?”
He swiveled his chair around, throwing her off balance so that he had to grasp her hips in order to steady her before she fell across him.
“I just closed my eyes for a second. Besides, I’ve been working on this for eleven hours straight. Even if I haven’t gotten as far as you would have liked, I’m done for the night too.”
She narrowed her eyes at his slight reprimand. “Fine, well good night then,” she said tightly and planted her feet so that she could stand up straight. “You can let go of me now. I’m not going to fall.” She frowned when his hands remained at her hips.
In one fluid motion he stood to his feet, leaned back against his desk, and pulled her up against him. When she struggled against him, he swung her around and pinned her between him and the desk.
“Matthew,” she said on a weary sigh, her face twisting into a scowl. “I thought we understood each other. Last night was a onetime thing, never to happen again.”
He leaned forward, burying his face into her neck. “I understood no such thing.”
She pushed against his chest. “Matthew, I’m serious—”
“I am too,” he said in a husky whisper, and lifted her up to sit her atop his desk. Stepping between her legs he slid his hands under her skirt, along her thighs. His cock, which had stood at attention the minute she walked in, grew rock hard when his hands stroked the bare skin of her lush ass. Lacy thigh highs and a thong.
“Sexy,” he groaned against her neck, in between the tiny kisses he placed along her throat where her black blouse was open. She’d loosened two buttons, but he planned to undo them all.
“Stop it, Matthew,” she demanded on a throaty whisper, and he chuckled softly when instead of pushing against his chest, her hands fisted into the fabric of his dress shirt.
“You don’t want me to stop and you know it.” He reluctantly skimmed his hands back down her thighs and reached up to push her dress jacket down her arms. He quickly tossed it aside. Then he undid the buttons of her blouse, sending the shirt flying across the room as soon as he got it off of her. Not bothering to unclasp her bra, he simply tugged
the straps down so that her heavy breasts tumbled from the black, lacy cups.
“Did you lie awake last night recalling how good it felt when I slid inside you?” He grinned when a breathless moan erupted from her lips. “I know I did. I thought of you all night and how good your tight cunt felt milking my dick when you came.”
“Matthew,” she said sharply.