You're all I need

Chapter 4

Hailey's Point of View

"I f*****g love you, Hailey. You're mine. Do you hear me? You're mine," Blake rasps in my ear, and he's rough as he grabs me and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist, and his lips are on my neck, and then I feel his teeth scrape down my neck. 

"Yes, Blake, don't stop!" I moan, and then he's tossing me in my bed.

*Beep Beep Beep Beep*

I groan as I reach over to my phone and turn off the alarm. Why did I have to wake up there? It was just getting good. I met Blake on Friday at work, and that night, I dreamt that we were making out, and things were getting really heated. The next night, I dreamt we were on a date, and then he lifted me up and placed me on the table at the fancy restaurant and ate me out in front of everyone. Now I'm being woken up at the good part. He was about to f**k me. I have to get ready for work, but I need to relieve some tension first. I'm wound up tightly. I always had a very healthy s*x drive, but I felt out of control all weekend. What the f**k? Okay, LAST TIME! I tell myself as I slip my hand inside my panties. I close my eyes and continue to imagine how the dream would have played out. His hands on my body, his lips on me, him inside of me. Soon, I'm panting and moaning and coming undone alone in my bed. Even m**********g is better when I am thinking of him. I came so much harder than I usually would have by myself.

I lay in bed for a moment, and my body is buzzing from the orgasm. Am I pathetic? I am totally pathetic. I need to look this man in the eyes today and get rid of any awkwardness between us, but here I am, touching myself to the thought of him coming inside of me. What the actual f**k? Ugh. I get up and take a shower to wash the shame off of me. Sure enough, it did nothing. I still feel pathetic. 

As I'm driving into work, I remind myself: 1: He has no idea I m*********d like 16 times this weekend thinking about him. 2: He knows he's gorgeous, duh. He'll accept my more sincere apology today. I hope. And 3: He doesn't know I m*********d 16 times this weekend at the thought of him. 

I park and head across the street for an iced coffee. I have the time, and honestly, I'm sweating a little from thinking about talking to Blake today. The cold drink will help. Yes, that's it. I'll be so composed and put together with an iced coffee. Fake it till you make it! 

Unfortunately, there is no lineup, and I'm in and out of the coffee shop within two minutes. What the hell? I needed more time than that. That's literally never happened before. I talk myself up the whole way across the street and up the elevator. I take a deep breath, and when the elevator door dings, I step out. I'm a few minutes early, like usual. Everything seems normal. Emily is at the front desk, and I head to her. I would like to speak to both Grant and Blake today. 

"Hey, Emily!" I smile.

"Hey, Hailey," she returns the smile. Emily and I are on friendly terms. We've had drinks with coworkers a few times, and she's always been nice. 

"Can you tell me if Blake and Grant have any availability this morning? I need to talk to them," I ask.

"I'm free right now," I hear that deep voice from behind me, and just like that, my v****a is throbbing. You traitor! You just had him this morning, and I said LAST TIME. 

I take a deep breath and turn to see him. Please don't blush, please don't blush. He's wearing gray slacks, a white dress shirt with a blue striped tie, and his jacket's in his hands. His dark hair is styled perfectly. Yum. Oh gosh. It's me too, not just kitty.

"Hi, can I speak with you for a minute?" I ask. He has the tiniest smile, he nods, and my heart flutters.

"Thank you!" I look at Emily, "What about Grant?" 

"He's free until 10 am," she adds.

"Does he have a lunch?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Okay, thanks, Em!"

"No problem."

I notice Blake studying me, but his gaze softens quickly, and he motions his hand for me to walk with him. We walk in awkward silence to his office. He motions me in, and instead of moving to his desk, where I would sit on the other side, he sits on the couch. 

I join him but sit at the other end. His body is shifted, so it's facing me. He's engaged. He wants to hear what I have to say; that much is obvious.

"I just wanted to clear the air with everything that happened on Friday. I had no idea that you were my boss or that you were there, and it was so inappropriate. I just wanted to say that I am so sorry, and I would love it if we could forget that I totally put my foot in my mouth," I smile, and he smiles warmly and nods.

"I mean, you know you're good-looking, so that's not surprising. Plus, it's not like I said anything bad, right? That would have been so much more embarrassing, I think," I admit quickly. s**t, stop talking, Hailey. My heart is pounding out of my chest, and I'm sure my cheeks are beet red. 

"I appreciate you making an effort to clear the air; it's not necessary. There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I should have made my presence known and introduced myself when you walked in. As your boss, I should have done that," he nods and the most seductive smirk plays on his lips, and I honestly feel my panties getting wet. What the hell is going on? I cross my legs to try to stop the throbbing. I see his eyes glance down at my legs, at my movement, and that smirk is back. Does he know? He couldn't. I need to get out of here before I literally toss my coffee and jump the poor man. 

"Well, I appreciate that. That's very gracious of you. I'll let you get back to work," I say and quickly uncross my legs to stand up.

He walks me to the door and opens it for me. We exchange cordial smiles, and I leave. I head straight to the washroom to clean up my lady bits a little. 

“Okay, Kitty. Maybe this was a warning on your part. Maybe you're not ready to stop… thinking about him. Fine, but you can't act like that around him," I whisper-yell at her in the stall as I look down at her.  

"Are you okay in there?" A woman asks.

"Yup!" I chirp. s**t. I think I've hit an all-time low. I just scolded my v****a. I soon make it to my office to drop off my bag. I take a few minutes to regroup, and then I head to Grant's office to tell him about my meeting with Chris on Friday. Chris wants to get together with him for lunch and finalize all the account details. 

"Come in," he calls, and I do. My eyes go to the couch in the corner right away this time. When I see Blake there, I nearly groan out loud. I just cleaned myself up. I smile. "Hey again," I say to Blake. He smiles and nods. He oozes confidence and s*x.

"Have a few minutes?" I ask Grant.

"Of course, what's up?" he asks and motions for me to sit down. At least Blake's behind me, and I don't have to see him as I sit. 

"Did you fire Brit yet?" he asks.

"Oh, she's always late. She's not here yet, and I was out Friday afternoon," I remind him, and he nods. 

"That's right. How did it go?" his eyes widened.

"Really well," I beam.

"Ten percent well?" he smiles, and his brows raise in anticipation.

"Better... Fifteen percent!" I boom.

"No f*****g way!" he scoffs.

"I also didn't place the Windermere order yet," I do a little happy dance in my seat. "With tax, we're looking at saving about 45 on just that one order," I smile.

"What did I miss?" Blake asks.

"Tell him," Grant beams.

I turn back to see Blake looking at me intently. He looks so stern for some reason. "I met with an old friend who happens to have recently taken over his family stone and brick business. I got him to agree to cut out our middle man, and it'll save us 15 percent on all our brick and stone in the future," I admit, and his lips start to curl up.

"Good work, Hailey!" I feel my heart beating erratically at his warm smile directed to me and his words of affirmation.

"And with the Windermere order, we were looking at over a quarter million in just the stone. She held off ordering it and saved over 45,000 dollars," Grant adds proudly.

"That's incredible," Blake adds.

I feel so uncomfortable with how much his compliment affects me, so I change the subject.

"Chris - he owns the distribution company. He wants to meet with you. Emily said that you're free for lunch today; should I book it?" I ask.

"I actually canceled my afternoon because the kids have their one-year checkup, and I want to go with Ell," he explains.

"Oh, of course! When should I schedule it?"

He looks at his calendar, "Wednesday, does that work?" 

"I'll run it by him and let you know," I nod. "Okay, I'm going to get to work," I state and stand up.

"Great work, Hail," Grant adds.

I'm about to close the door, and I realize I left my coffee on Grant's desk. I turn back around.

"Oops-" I start, and then I notice Blake's eyes jump up. They were on my ass! My eyes catch his as he looks up from my ass. OH MY GOSH. I pause momentarily. 

"Uh, I forgot my coffee," I smile. Well, that feels good. I move to Grant's desk, and Grant's smiling like the cat that ate the canary. If it weren't for Grant's smile, I would have convinced myself that I had imagined that. I grab my coffee, and I make eye contact with Blake when I turn around. His jaw clenches, but he holds my gaze as I walk out of the office. 

I leave that office feeling like a million bucks. Blake Montgomery was checking out MY ass. Ha! I walk into my office, and just as I sit down, Britney comes sauntering in. Ugh.

"Hey! I'm not late today," she beams. I look at my watch, and it's 9:22 am.

"You're 20 minutes late," I point out.

"'I've been here for 10 minutes, though," she smiles. "I'm trying to make a good impression on the new boss. What a scorcher," she smiles. Then she grabs her shirt and fans herself, and rage suddenly consumes my body. 

"You're fired," I snapped. My heart is racing. I look at her cleavage hanging out, and the woman oozes s*x. All her faults aside, she's beautiful, and I want to gouge her eyes out for it, suddenly.

"What?" she asks in a panic. 

My knee-jerk reaction to her wanting him was completely irrational. What the hell? He's not even my type, right? So what's the problem?

"I'm sorry, that came out harshly, but you are fired. You are constantly late. You haven't been performing the tasks given to you. You have repeatedly put me in a position where your lack of follow-through and work ethic has resulted in Cara and me picking up your slack or being unprepared. We are a team, and you haven't been a team player. I need to fill your position with someone willing to work and complete the given tasks. I'm sorry that it didn't work out. You can clean out your desk," I manage to say calmly and professionally. 

"You can't do this. Can you?" she presses, wide-eyed.

"I talked to Mr. Montgomery about it, and he has given me permission to fire and hire anyone who isn't working out in this department," I admit.

She stomps out of my office and towards Grant's office, and I turn on my computer and get to work.

Blake's Point of View

"She totally caught you," Grant chuckles.

"Yeah, I caught that," I exhale deeply. On Friday, she was wearing baggy pants and a tight top that showed the shape of her upper body and only hinted at the shape of her lower body. Today she's in tight black pants, with a loose white silk tank top. I snuck a peak in my office earlier, and her ass is even better than I imagined it would be. The way it wiggled when she walked. Her thighs, her hips. I couldn't resist another look. I just want to get my hands on them. Get them wrapped around me and my face.

"She looked pretty pleased about it too," he adds and leans back in his chair, watching me. 

"Yeah," I nod. "She was letting me know she caught me by the way she held eye contact like that."

"Yeah, that was bold," he points out. 

For someone who was getting aroused in my office 20 minutes ago, she pulled herself together quickly. I've never been able to smell a human's arousal before, but I suddenly was hit with the most beautiful scent that was different from her regular vanilla-lemon scent. Then she immediately crossed her legs, and I saw the slightest blush on her cheeks; I couldn't believe it. I was torn between staying in my office, locking the door, and jerking off to the scent for the entire day, but my jealousy got the better of me. I needed to know why she wanted to meet with Grant. Why was she asking about his lunch plans? I know she's friends with Ell, and she gets along with Grant, and they've commented how she's one of the few women to NOT hit on my brother, but I'm jealous. I have nothing with her right now, and the fact that they have so much more than I do brings out intense jealousy that I've never experienced before. I dated in monogamous relationships in my 20's, and I've never felt like this. Not even close. 

There's a loud knock at the door, and my head snaps to it. Is it her? "Come in!" Grant calls, and Britney comes barging in. 

"Mr. Montgomery, can I talk to you!" she huffs.

"If this is about Ms. Parker firing you, there is nothing to discuss," Grant says firmly. She notices me, and her cheeks burn bright red, and she scurries away.