Smith had a lot of responsibilities, a lot weighing on his shoulders. He didn’t have time for a distraction like Cameron, not at work.
The door opened, and Cameron came in with coffee. She was wearing a lacy yellow dress that stretched when she moved. It was all too easy for him to imagine what she wore beneath the dress, probably a tiny white thong.
He shook his head to clear it. This was the problem, right here. He needed to be involved in his work, not fantasizing about his assistant.
“I didn’t know how you liked it,” she said, setting it down on the desk. “So I brought some cream and sugar.”
She held up packets of sugar and tiny creamer cups.
“Black,” he said, keeping it simple.
“Okay. You have a meeting at nine thirty in the conference room upstairs,” she said. “And then a whole list of phone calls to return.”
“Fine,” he said. He picked up a pen from his desk, wanting to look like he was working. “That’s all I need from you right now.”
“Alright,” she said, seeming uncertain. “I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
She turned and made her way out of his office. He had to rip his eyes away from staring at her ass.
The door closed, and he sighed. The fact was, when he saw her at the club, he was immediately attracted to her face and body. Ass, tits, legs… all fucking amazing. The angelic face and red hair were just icing on the cake, the cherry on top.
And what she’d done with that body…
He could still picture her writhing beneath him, legs spread, mouth open as she cried out for more. Fuck, it was sexy.
Smith shifted in his chair, aware that he was getting hard again. He gave himself another shake and turned on his computer. Answering some emails was something he could do right now, at least.
He sank into the task, sipping his coffee. There were several messages in his inbox about the company’s financial statements. Mostly it was a lot of accountants talking about how there were irregularities in the statements, but they weren’t sure what the irregularities were.
He felt like he had barely skimmed the surface of the important emails when Cameron knocked and came in again.
“It’s time for your meeting upstairs,” she announced.
He sighed and stood up. “Let’s go.”
“Us?”
His brow rose. “Unless you plan on me taking my own notes.”
She flushed. “Of course not. Let me get my things.”
She disappeared from the doorway. He spent a couple of minutes getting his laptop and a few papers together, then got up and headed out the door.
Cameron fell in step with him, shuffling papers and her laptop. He strode to the elevator, letting her hurry to match his steps. He got in with her on his heels.
As they rode up, he tried not to inhale too much of the gently perfumed air around her. She smelled like the perfect combination of vanilla and spice. It was too much.
The second the doors opened, he stormed out, leaving her to keep pace. She struggled to keep up in her heels, falling behind.
“Smith!” his father called the second he entered the conference room. A huge conference table dominated the room, and half a dozen of the company’s upper-level suits were also present. “It’s about time!”
He shook hands with his father, keeping his face blank in the face of his father’s exuberance. “I’m here.”
“Yes, yes,” his father said. “Let’s get settled in, shall we?”
They all moved to seats at the table. Smith noticed Cameron hesitating, trying to decide where she should sit. He pointed to the seat next to his, raising a brow.
She flushed and hurried to sit, opening her laptop to take notes.
“Smith, I wanted to have you here so the accountants can have their day in the sun,” his father said. “They’re all determined to fuss, so I said we’d both hear them out. Let’s just get it all over with.”
“I see,” Smith said, looking at the worried faces around the table. “Well, let’s hear it.”
One of the accountants cleared his throat and stood, prepared to begin lecturing the room.
Smith slid a look over to Cameron, who was already typing up a storm. Her brow was puckered, little frown lines making themselves known. He almost smiled at that, but caught himself in time.
This was the problem, this exactly. He should be worrying about whatever it was that had the accountants worried, not thinking about his assistant’s cute facial expression.
He glowered at the table, knowing that he was missing whatever the talking heads were saying, and feeling angry about it.
The accountant droned on about corporate accounts, which didn’t help things. He kept glancing over at Cameron, thinking illicit thoughts about the other night, and then forcing his gaze away.
He wondered whether she had really been that good in bed, or if the situation was trapping them both in a bubble, making their night together seem much more magical than it really was.
If she wasn’t right underneath his nose, their night together would fade into the background. The fact that he couldn’t get the noises she’d made out of his head, the breathy little ohs to the shouts of pleasure… before he knew it, the meeting was over, though he'd be hard-pressed to admit that he hadn't retained most of what he'd heard. He hoped Cameron had taken good notes. They returned to his office without speaking to one another, and he got back to work, glad for the distraction.
After a long series of conference calls, Smith rubbed his temple, thinking again exactly how fucked he was.
His intercom beeped, drawing his attention. He pressed the button.
“Yes?”
“The senior Mr. Calloway is on the line for you,” Cameron said. “Should I transfer him?”
He let go of button for a second, sighing. Then he pressed it again. “Go ahead.”
After a moment, the phone started to ring. He picked it up.
“Father,” he said.
“Just calling to see how the new executive assistant is doing,” his father said. “Pretty little thing, isn’t she?”
He gritted his teeth. Of course his father would have an opinion on his assistant. His own assistants changed every few months because he couldn’t stop sleeping with them.
“She’s fine,” Smith said, keeping his voice calm.
“Well, that’s good. I was wondering if you wanted my lake house for the weekend. Take her there, show her the ropes.”
Smith wished he hadn’t expected this phone call, he really did. Unfortunately, his father was constantly encouraging him to misbehave, egging him on. Yet another reason for his strict rule against not combining work and pleasure.
“No, I don’t think I’ll need it,” he said. “Miss Turner and I will be too busy to be running around, I should think.”
“She’s not resisting your advances, is she?”
“There’s nothing to resist,” he said. Nothing now, anyway.
“I’ll fire her, if you wish.”
Smith hesitated.