Chapter 134


    “I ummm, think I need you to look these over in your office,” I chirp brightly, deliberately getting up to


    walk sexily into his room without a backward nce. I make sure I walk to his desk in full sight of the


    open door and bend over enough to slide the file down, just enough for my jacket to ride up, exposing


    my tight skirt, hugging my butt, lifting one foot slightly as though I’m reaching out, so my legs look


    shapelier in the confined material. The door shuts behind me almost immediately, his hands running up


    my thighs and igniting passion; I’m turned and thrown over his shoulder instantly, letting out a small


    squeal and giggle as he marches me toward that internal door.


    * * *


    I stretch out in my chair and arch my back, my desk is littered with papers, myptop, files, and an


    overwhelming amount of random crap. It’s been a hard few days, not made any easier by my


    oversexed boss-lover and his attempts at dragging me into his cupboard at every opportunity. He’s


    seeded more times than I want to admit, making that couch almost like a bed away from home.


    He’s finally settled down into some sort of work routine and left me alone today. I can see him through


    the open door, head down as he types, focus intent, that old Carrero frown in ce, showing he means


    business. I watch him for a few seconds, that familiar that swell of love inside of me. I can’t stop it,


    every time I look at him, I have to pinch myself that this is real, that I’m really here. He senses my eyes


    on him and nces up, throwing me a knee weakening smile, his youthful boyish, ‘I’m way too hot to


    be legal’, smile. I beam back and turn away, not wanting to give him too much encouragement. It


    doesn’t take much to send that libido spinning out my waytely and I only just managed to get really


    absorbed in my work.


    I hear his phone ring and he sounds agitated when he answers, I know without confirmation that it’s her


    again. Ever since our return they have argued non-stop. He’s refusing to sit down with thewyers until


    they cane to some sort of middle ground on where I fit in on this whole thing.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    I’ve told him so many times that I shouldn’t be a factor in this, that I’ll step out and keep my distance


    until the baby is born for the sake of peace. He’s adamant he won’t let her dictate his life and I know


    that stubborn streak too well; he will never back down. He’s not capable of backing down when he’s got


    the bit between his teeth, that side to him won’t let him.


    I tune out and focus back on what I’m doing and try to ignore the way his tone and anger are rising


    slowly or the way my stomach aches at the thought of her.


    * * *


    A little after noon I get up and take him through the files I’ve gone through, some contracts he needs to


    check, a new start-up he’s interested in investing in, and some minor publicity suggestions from Wilma.


    He’s ring at a document in front of him, obviously unhappy with something contained within and it


    makes me smile. Despite loving him as boyfriend, the Jake I missed most was boss Carrero and his


    multitude of facial expressions when he was absorbed in something mundane. He has a face that can


    say a million things without opening his mouth, when he isn’t maintaining his poker face that is.


    “Hey,” I utter softly and his chin lifts to look at me.


    “Hey,” he replies with a smile, getting up anding around the desk to pull me against him. I nce


    back to see if anyone is watching through the open door and catch Rosalie turning away quickly. I try to


    push myself away, but he only tightens his grip.


    “Stop caring about what people will think or say.” He nuzzles my neck, making me melt against him a


    little too readily. I really have no willpower when ites to his touch.


    “It’s easy for you to say that … You intimidate everyone … No one would say a thing about you, for fear


    of your wrath. They all think I’m some sort of gold-digging whore who’s bedding the boss to get my job


    back.” I sigh. He brings his face to meet mine, ring, obvious he doesn’t like what I’ve said.


    “I’ll fire anyone I catch saying that,” he growls seriously, his tone a tad harsh and sadly, I know he


    means every word. I push away from him and straighten my clothes, making it clear that I need to go.


    “I’ve got to go to Queens to meet Sarah.” I remind him. “I need more clothes and things from the


    apartment, and I need to sit down and talk to her properly before she goes to work.” He steps forward,


    closing the gap between us again and kisses me on the mouth, taking a moment to linger with his lips


    against mine. He has one hand on my face, holding me steady, slow grazing of lips and brush of


    tongue. It’s hard not to react when he kisses me this way, the urge to grab him and kiss him harder


    makes my fingers twitch. He finally steps back.


    “Jefferson is already waiting.” He straightens my jacket and smooths down my blouse, lingering over


    my cleavage with a naughty smile that gains him an indulgent one back.


    What am I to do with you?


    “I’ve a meeting with mywyer while you’re gone, we’ll eat when you’re back, miele.” His fingertips


    come up to stroke my lower lip tenderly, his eyes focused on mine.


    “She isn’t going to be too pleased when I tell her you’ve asked me to move into your apartment full-


    time.” I add. We briefly talked about thisst night, him adamant and even though I want nothing more


    than to curl up in his bed every night, a part of me knows the thought terrifies me and Sarah will be


    upset at the speed this is all progressing. It’s all happened so suddenly; we are moving so fast. He


    shrugs, that infuriating mannerism of his when he couldn’t care less about someone opposing what he


    really wants.


    “She has her live-in boyfriend … You two rarely see each other because of your work schedules.” He


    moves back around his desk, sliding back into his seat and picks up the file he’d thrown down. “It’s


    going to happen, Emma … Whether it’s now or in a month or two … You think I’m going to be happy


    with living apart for long?”


    “You don’t think this is moving too quickly?” I tried to talk this through sensibly, but he closed me down


    every time, stubborn and set on what he wants. Typical Jake, it’s always how he wants things and I get


    no say unless it is to agree.


    “Nope … We practically lived together when you were just my PA. Why is this suddenly something


    scary? … If you don’t want to do it then just tell me.” He sits back in agitation, childish pout face


    appearing, indicating I’ve hurt his feelings. He pushes away the file, in an almost mild temper tantrum.


    Little boy Carrero.


    “I do want this,” I retort quickly, trying to smooth the ruffled feathers of my man child. “It’s just, it’s


    serious, Jake … What if spending all this time working and living together makes you feel caged in …


    Restless … I just want to be sure that you’ve thought about it. I mean, you went from serious man-


    whore to a one-woman man overnight.” I move to the chair beside his desk and sit down, moving closer


    so outside ears won’t be able to hear us. “I’m just worried this is so full on so quickly that you’ll start


    missing being free and single.” I look away from him to the view outside, cursing myself for letting Miss.


    Insecurity show face again. He sighs then leans forward so our heads are close, his handes to find


    mine and pulls it between us. He starts ying with my fingers between his thumb and forefinger,


    dwarfing my hand.


    “You’ve got to stop thinking that way, and you’ve got to stop measuring our rtionship from the night I


    told you I loved you … I’ve loved you for a lot longer than that, I’ve wanted you for months. Our


    rtionship started over a year ago, Emma. There’s nothing rushed about where we are now, if


    anything, I’ve had the patience of a saint to wait this long to ask you.” He smiles, his killer Casanova


    Carrero beam and I return it; he knows how to y me so easily.


    “I don’t want you to get fed up with me … Constantly being together can’t be healthy.” I add gently.


    “It won’t be like that, we’re still enjoying being together in ways which we never allowed, this is the


    honeymoon period. When we getfier, we’ll do things apart … You and Sarah, Le … Sophie … I


    still want to go out with Daniel. I have other friends too that you probably wouldn’t befortable


    around. Friends I really wouldn’t trust near you. I’ll still have to take some solo business trips when


    things are hectic, and you’re needed here. There are no rules, we make them up as we go miele.” He


    strokes my fingers, voice low and sincere.


    I know he’s not saying it, but he also means trips to LA once a month, too.