Free Just One Night. Part 3 by Elle Casey Page A

floor, I step over to the other side of the cubicle. “Let me help you.”
    “Oh my god, no, just go!” She’s embarrassed.
    “Shush, I can help you in two seconds. Just sit still. You’re tangling it worse.”
    “I’ll just cut it out, it’s no big deal.” She’s laughing nervously.
    “No way can I let you cut your beautiful hair. Just … one … more … second.” I untwist the hunk that was holding her captive and only have to break a couple of pieces in the process. At least it’s not a whole chunk of hair missing. “There. That’s better.” I pat her jutting-out fluff of hair awkwardly, trying to push it back in to be with the mass of curls it escaped from.
    She slowly stands and touches her head all over. “You saved me.” Then she smiles really big, her hair still sticking out. I don’t think she could be any cuter if she tried. “And you said my hair is beautiful, too.”
    I smile back. “Of course I did. Because it is. Don’t you ever cut yourself out of a mess again. Just find a friend.”
    She stares at me strangely and then without warning, leaps to cover the distance between us and hugs me. “You’re going to make him so happy.”
    I stand there stock still, waiting for the embrace to be over and wondering what the hell she’s talking about. “Thank you. I think.” She’s the strangest assistant I’ve ever encountered, and I cannot figure out how it is that she and William are even working in the same building. They’re a totally odd boss-employee couple. Either that or he’s way goofier than I imagined.
    “Miss Meechum, if you could release your captive, I would be most appreciative.” William is speaking from across the room, waiting in the hallway with an irritated expression.
    She steps away and picks up my bag, handing it to me. “Good luck.”
    “Thank you.” I leave quickly, afraid I’m about to be hugged again. It’s not that I mind a hug or couldn’t use one, but I need to get this over with. My nerves were already frazzled before I got here, and then with Ingrid out there ready to raise hell, it just got worse. Now that the hair emergency is over, I’m back to being freaked out. So much for being a powerful, assertive woman.
    The carpet on the floor muffles the sound of my heels, which is no small thing. I decided to go with the highest ones in my closet, not too proud to use my calves to help me close this deal. I burn with the idea that I’ve also unbuttoned my top an extra inch and didn’t have time to button back up again. It’s a big gamble. Will he think I’m a ho, trying to seduce him into working with me? I guess I kind of am in a way. But hey, I’m desperate. And I’ve had crazy awesome sex with him twice, so covering up too conservatively would be silly.
    Ugh , I have no idea what I’m doing. And now I’m walking right behind him as he enters the conference room. Too late to turn back now.

CHAPTER TEN
    William

    NEVER LET THEM SEE YOU sweat. My father taught me that delightful American expression when I left home for university, and it’s never failed me yet. I remove my jacket as soon as we’re in the conference room so as to make that particular goal easier to attain. I was growing quite warm just imagining Jennifer coming into my world here at the office, but now that she is present I find myself nearly ablaze with unspent desire.
    Why did I think she was beautiful before? I was ever so wrong about that. Compared to how she looks right now in her figure-clinging skirt and those extremely high heels, she was but passably fine then. I can see her curves and her cleavage from across the room. I want to suffocate myself in her breasts. Is that wrong of me to think that? Would she despise me if she knew?
    “Where would you like me?” she asks.
    I nearly choke on my answer. Well, Jennifer, if you really must know, I’d like you under me … or perhaps, in front of me bent over … no, wait … how about down on your knees in front of my