LAUREN
Lauren closed her eyes, her mind drifting back to the restaurant.
~Sir steadied her when she bumped into him, and he smiled down at her as he apologized. She apologized back, staring into those green eyes of his, the heat there unmistakable. ~
~He invited her back to his table. They sat close, his scent making her breaths ragged through parted lips. His fingers brushed along her thigh under the table, and she bit down on her lip. ~
~Lauren dragged her fingertips over the skin of her thigh just as Sir was doing it in her fantasy. ~
~He brought his fingers to her hot center, teasing the throbbing dampness between her legs before leaning closer. âIâm going to make you cum, and youâre not going to make a noise. Understand, sweetheart?â ~
~With no voice left in her, she nodded, licking her lips. ~
~âGood girl,â he whispered, sending fire to her stomach. ~
As the fantasy erupted in her mind, his hard lines and stacked muscles ran riot in her head. His full lips, strong jaw, and those captivating green eyesâthey saw right through her, piercing her with a promise of pleasure that would leave her screaming or shaking.
Hopefully both.
Laurenâs skin sparked to life, and she brushed over her nipples that strained against the black fabric of her bra. It was a flimsy silk thing that she had spent way too much money on, but thatâs what she got for trying to be sexy on the most cursed day of the year.
Her body was quick to respond to the fantasy, and while BOB was not Sirâs fingers, it was a means to a very good end.
She needed an orgasm, and if it could both feed her fantasy and remove Sirâs image from her mind afterward, then this Valentineâs Day might not turn out to be so bad after all. But she had a feeling it wouldnât be that easy to let the memory of him go.
Teasing herself more with tugs on her taut nipples, Lauren clutched her vibrator and sucked the tip before placing it at her entrance, imagining it was Sirâs fingers about to slide inside her.
~Her moans were silent like he wanted, the many restaurant patrons oblivious. ~He might be a dick, but he was a beautiful one⦠And in her fantasy?
He was Prince Charming, and he was working his magic on her pussy.
Her orgasm built, but before she could claim it, a knock sounded at the door.
Disappointment sank into Laurenâs core, spreading a coolness where warmth had been only moments ago. She let out a groan as the door opened.
Switching off her vibrator with a huff, she sat up and pulled her shoulder-length brown waves away from her flushed face.
Lauren narrowed her eyes on her roommate, Shana, who was wearing a silk dressing gown, her hair much more tousled than the straight strands it usually was. She was staring down at her phone with a frown, and Lauren cleared her throat to get her attention.
It didnât work, so she said, âShouldnât you be fucking Dre the Cop right now?â
Shanaâs head snapped up from her phone, her eyes showing desperation. âI need a favor.â Her words came out with a tinge of whine.
Laurenâs eyes narrowed. âWhat kind of favor?â
***
Lauren kicked herself for being such a good friend, but sheâd figured they both shouldnât have a shitty night, so when Shana had begged her to go to her office to process some paperwork, Lauren had agreed.
Which was how she ended up outside Shanaâs office building on a freezing-cold night.
Craning her neck up at the skyscraper, Lauren swallowed the unease building inside her. Though Shana had assured her she wouldnât get in trouble, something told her the curse wasnât done with her yet.
It was still Valentineâs Day, after all.
Lauren entered the building using the codes Shana had given her and told the guard what Shana had told her to say. In the elevator on the way up to Hawke Industriesâ top floor, Laurenâs anxiety grew that Shanaâs boss, who was an asshole, sheâd said, would be there.
Logan Hawke, the famously handsome, stupidly rich playboy and Wall Street CEO, was a name that had floated around Laurenâs fatherâs home for years. Now, Loganâs sexcapade stories had become part of her and Shanaâs dinner conversations.
So she knows of him, but only by reputation. She wasnât interested in seeking out men like her father in real life or in print, which might have been a good thing when it came to Logan. From what sheâd heard of him, sheâd have an orgasm just by looking at him.
Everything Shana had said about the code and guard had been correct, and sheâd also said her boss was at dinner with âthis weekâs toy,â so that should be correct too.
~He wonât be here, and Iâll go to her desk, send the documents, and go home~, Lauren said to herself when the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
She padded over the soft carpet, the square space dark and intimidating. The only light came from the buildings on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up the entire right wall, the black walls and carpet doing nothing to reflect it.
Straight ahead, across the mostly empty space, were tall black double doors with a silver nameplate reading ~HAWKE~. And in front of them was Shanaâs desk, the only desk in the room.
It had two tiers and sat to the left of the doors, facing the New York City skyline. In a rush to leave before setting off some silent alarm, she went over to the desk, appreciating what little view of the glowing nightlife she caught on the way.
Sinking into the plush white office chair, Lauren switched on the computer and logged on with Shanaâs information then followed Shanaâs instructions, grabbing the folders and files she needed before adding them to an email.
Lauren clicked send, but the attachments were large, so she had to wait before she could turn the computer off and leave. She leaned back in the chair, glancing around and feeling proud of her friend for her achievements.
Shanaâs family never had money or stability, so she had worked her ass off for everything she had. And because she fought for everything, she appreciated what she got. Shana had been the reason Lauren had stopped accepting her fatherâs money after college.
Sitting in this sparse office space, pride for her friendâs accomplishments aside, Lauren was so fucking glad this wasnât her life, that she wasnât stuck in a box like this one every day. She was her own boss.
But that didnât mean her life was easier. Female bosses had to work harder to get the same level of respect as their male counterparts, so she had to be more disciplined. While others were out there living, laughing, and loving, she was still working.
If it meant she would never be in a box, would never have to rely on anyone but herself, it was worth every sleepless night.
The computer chimed, pulling Lauren out of her errant thoughts. The email had gone through, so she texted Shana. Letting out a rush of air, she logged out, turned the computer off, and stood.
Stepping to leave, she stopped in her tracks as her eyes caught movement in a shadowed corner of the wall. As soon as she focused in on the area, a towering man in a fitted suit stepped out, blocking her way to the elevator.
Lauren sucked in a breath as recognition pinged in her mind, then it pinged in between her legs.
It was him. Sir.