Free The Fantasy by Ella Frank Page A

she’d demonstrated a work ethic that anyone would admire. Today was different though. She was more relaxed than he’d seen her before. Her hair was still perfectly styled, her makeup flawless, but it was her demeanor and...her blouse.
    He hadn’t looked her over until right then, but as he let his eyes trail down over her collarbone, he saw that the respectable Ms. Spencer had left a few extra buttons open. She probably didn’t think he would notice something so inconsequential, but when you had masturbated to the point of hurting oneself while looking at a set of fucking pearls around said neck, you soon sat up and paid attention when it was bared to you.
    “My social skills are lacking, you say?”  
    She leaned forward in her chair and dropped the pen on the desk, resting her elbows on it and causing her shirt to spread open a little more.
    “Well, it’s understandable that you’re a little reluctant to open up.”
    His eyebrow quirked as he looked down to get a peek of her bra before coming back to her face and stating, “Whereas you seem more than happy to…”
    “To..?”
    He shook his head. “Nothing.” Glancing around, he noticed the diplomas hanging on her wall. “NYU, huh?”
    She followed his gaze and nodded. “Yeah. For my master’s.”
    “And before that?”
    “Before what?”
    “Before NYU. What’s your story?”
    She shrugged and sat back in her chair. “Are we playing Twenty Questions now?”
    “Are you gonna answer every question with another question?”
    “It’s just not important.”
    Evan studied her carefully. “Well, it seems only fair. You know everything about me.”
    “Yes, but we hired you. It’s my job to know what I’m getting myse—our company into.”
    “So, your favorite restaurant growing up was called..?”
    She laughed and shook her head. “McDonald’s.”
    “And the names of your parents are..?”
    Reagan rolled her eyes and pointed to the door. “Get back to work.”

    ***

    “We make a good team,” Reagan said the following week as they walked out of the conference room and through the lobby. They’d just finished presenting their collaborative merger project, and it had gone surprisingly well. “Frankly, I’m a little shocked.”
    “Oh yeah? Doubting my ability to perform, were you?”
    As she pushed the doors open to the street, she shot him a look that said, Really? and he laughed.  
    “All right, all right. We make a very good business team. I agree.”
    “There. Was that so hard?”
    As he strolled beside her down the sidewalk, he shook his head. “Be proud of me. I’m keeping my lips zipped.”
    She snorted. “Yeah, that’s about the only thing you keep zi—” She stopped herself before she could finish the sentence.
    “Hey, I’m trying here.”
    “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
    You wouldn’t be sorry if you knew every way I’ve thought about fucking you.
    He felt a grin quirk his mouth as they continued back to the office in comfortable silence until the growling of her stomach had him stopping in his tracks. “Lunch?”
    She pressed a hand to her belly and glanced over at him. “It’s daylight, so eating together is allowed now, huh?”
    When he nodded, she pointed at a Thai restaurant across the street.  
    “Does that work for you?”
    “I’m always down for hot and spicy.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you are.”

    He felt Reagan’s gaze on him as he scarfed down his second helping of Pad Thai. Lowering his fork, he raised his eyes to meet hers.
    “I thought you said you liked hot and spicy?” she commented, spearing another forkful of red curry chicken. “ That is neither.”
    “I like to switch it up. I’d get bored ordering the same dish every time.”
    “Hmm. That’s interesting. Says a lot about you.”
    “What can I say? I like a change now and then. Speaking of...” He wiped his mouth and put the napkin back in his lap. When he spoke again, his voice took on a more sober tone. “Thank you.