Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) (116 page)

Brigham cracked the window slightly and
then turned to me and said, "We are just about to my place. I have a few
meetings this afternoon I just can't get out of, but I've set up the library for
you with all the documents you need to go over pertaining to my business
dealings with Vick. I would appreciate it, if you don't mind so much, if we
continue that conversation over dinner later?"

"Of course," I agreed. I was
disappointed. I had thought I would be able to spend the day gaining what I
needed from Miles in order to stave off the police and FBI. I doubted that I
would be able to get that from reviewing financial documents. He was the client
though, and I was on the clock. That made him the boss for now, and I'd have to
do it his way.

When I stepped out of the car, I felt like
I had stepped right into a fantasy. The mansion stood before us, framed by lush
green lawns stretching out for what seemed like miles. Trees and flowers were
everywhere, and the largest, most breathtaking fountain flowed and bubbled with
clear, cool water. The front of the home was supported with huge, white pillars
and an oak balcony framed the upper floor. My family was well-off and I grew up
in a really nice estate, but our entire home would have fit in his enormous
front yard.

"It's lovely," I told him as he
helped me out of the car.

Brigham looked up at the house and said
simply, "It's home."

The entryway was just as grand. The floors
were white and soft gray marble. An elegant chandelier hung from a vaulted ceiling
and cascaded prisms of light across the spiral staircase that laid to the right
of it. A smartly-dressed lady with her hair held back tightly in a bun greeted
us at the door. Brigham introduced her as "Hannah" he told me that
she was in charge of the household and that I should let her know if I needed
anything.

He took Hannah off to the side for a
moment and gave her instructions that I couldn't quite hear. He then told me
again that he "just couldn't get out of" these meetings he had to go
to, and to please help myself to any of the documents he had lain out for me in
the library.

With that, he said goodbye and left me
alone in the mansion, with Hannah of course. She showed me to the library, and
after showing me where everything was that I might need, she left to make me a
pot of tea.

I sighed, took off my jacket, and got to
work sorting through all of the documents. At some point, Hannah returned with
the tea and some cookies. My cell phone rang a few times, but I chose to ignore
it. I surprised myself by becoming engrossed in the task before me. I had been
concerned about spending the day trying to stay awake over the boring documents
I would have to read. Instead, I had been handed a yellow legal pad by Hannah
when I first sat down. She had told me to read it carefully, and then go
through the documents as the instructions stated. I was intrigued.

Vick Landon, thirty-six years old. 1865 W.
15th Ave. New York (555) 565-7874.

Priscilla Moore, twenty-four years old,
Vick's lover.

Cindy McGuire, twenty-six years old,
Vick's girlfriend.

David Tyler, twenty-two years old, Vick's
lover?

The last statement had a question mark
behind it. I raised an eyebrow, David? Was that a man or a woman with a man's
name?

I read on. The list contained dates, times
and places where he had been with each of these people. It looked like the
girlfriend was the only one he was ever seen in public with. She came from a
prominent, wealthy family in Manhattan. They spent a lot of time together at
fundraising events and social gatherings for the elite.

The lover, Priscilla, was a stripper in a
club that Vick and his friends frequented. She had eventually moved into a
deluxe suite at the Plaza, and Vick visited her at least twice a week,
sometimes more often. In between his visits, Priscilla visited spas and elegant
boutiques where she spent excessive amounts of cash.

And then there was David, definitely a
man. Vick visited him once a week. They met at David's apartment in SoHo, and
according to the document laid out before me, Vick was leading a very active
sex life of which David was a part of.

I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my
eyes. Suddenly, a deep red rose on a long stem appeared before my eyes. I
looked behind me, and there was Adam, dressed to kill and looking like a
million bucks. I pulled my chair back from the table.

"Adam! What are you doing here?"
He smiled that smile that could defrost my heart and all of the blood in my
body, had I ever been in a deep freeze for too long.

"Being the attorney of record for
Miles Brigham IV has many benefits."

I felt light-headed and confused as I
stood up and continued to gaze at him. My heart and every other fiber in my
body was screaming at me to run into his arms. My head was trying, as usual, to
overpower all of my other senses and make me listen to reason.

"Again," I said, enunciating it
for effect, "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. I need you, baby.
I can't work; I can't sleep. Marjorie is killing me – literally, I think. I
need you. You are truly the only good thing in my life right now. Please, don't
send me away."

"We can't just have a tryst in the
country and act like things are all wine and roses, Adam."

"I know that, I do. But, I told you I
have the court date on Monday, right? I think this will finally be the last
one, I can feel it. Please…Alicia…I need you..." He held his arms open,
and I didn't waste any more time allowing my brain to argue. I followed my
heart and drifted like steel to his magnet. I threw my arms around his neck,
and after a long, seductive kiss I said,

"Just for today, since we're both
here…"

Adam smiled again, and any doubt I may
have had that I wanted to do this was instantly erased. He picked me up in his
arms as he continued to kiss me and pulled the door to the library open with
his shoe. He carried me down the long hall, knowing just where he was going.
When we reached the last door on the right, he opened it and we were suddenly
in a spacious, plushly decorated bedroom.

As he sat me down on the pillow-soft
king-sized bed, I had to ask, "Did you plan this with Miles? Is that why
he dumped me here and went off to his meetings?"

Adam nodded. He lit a scented candle on
the bedside as he stripped out of his tie and jacket. Picking up a remote that
also lay there, he pushed a button and soft, contemporary music began to float
throughout the room from invisible speakers.

"Hannah was in on it, too. I had to
have some time alone with you. Miles really did have meetings to attend today.
He'll be back for dinner and we will work, I promise. Right now though, I have
to ravage you."

He leaned in for another kiss and began
unbuttoning my blouse. As he sat next to me, he worked the buttons with one
hand and slipped the other inside. He ran his fingers along the lace of my bra,
gently touching the skin on the tops of my breasts and sending little electric
shocks racing through me and goosebumps racing down my spine. When my shirt was
fully unbuttoned, he slipped it off my shoulders, kissing each one as he did.
The bra was suddenly unfastened, and my breasts spilled out and he let out a little
moan before using his lips and tongue to set my nipples on fire. I ran my hands
through his hair and pulled down gently on his head, urging him on.

As he sucked on my breasts, he pushed me
back gently until I was lying flat on the bed. He continued to lick and suck
and nibble, while he began to unfasten and slide my skirt down over my thighs.
His fingers were skimming the edges of my panties, teasing in just the right
places. I lifted my hips and allowed him to slip them off of me, as well. My
pussy was soaked and aching for him. Each time I thought about leaving him, I
had to wonder if I’d ever be okay with any other man’s touch. I doubted it. I’d
miss everything about him if this didn’t work out. I might have to remain
celibate for the rest of my life and that would suck.

PART
TWO

CHAPTER
ONE

ADAM

"You have on too many clothes,"
Alicia told me in a breathless voice.

All I could manage was a grunt, but I
began to work on removing my own clothing. I kept my tongue busy on her sexy
body and when I was finally naked, I rolled on my back and Alicia climbed up
and straddled me. She started kissing my neck. Breathing in deeply, she said,
“God, I love the way you smell. It’s so…I feel silly saying this, but it’s so
masculine.”

I laughed. “Good to know,” I breathed out
as she kissed her way down my stomach.

When she reached my throbbing erection,
she took it in her hand and looked up at me as she began slowly stroking it up
and down. She made sure I was watching as she let her tongue come out and lick
across the tip of it. She swirled it around the head before she opened up her
sexy lips and engulfed it. I let out a long moan as she sucked me all the way
back into the back of her throat. Then, she pulled her head while continuing to
hold my cock firmly in her hand. She took the time to lick the head again before
repeating the whole thing, this time letting my cock linger in the back of her
throat as she worked the muscles there a few times. Fuck, it felt good.

She took her time at first, but as we both
got more excited, she began to bob her pretty head up and down faster and
stroke and suck me harder. I felt my balls tightening up, and it took all of my
willpower to keep from coming already. I didn’t want her to stop. It was too
good. I made myself hold back for a while longer until my head felt like it was
about to explode all over the wall, and then I reached for her.

She let her soaking wet pussy slide up my
body and tried to stop over my cock. I used my strength to pull her up further
until that sweet, wet pussy was over my lips. I stuck my tongue out and slid it
up inside of her warm tunnel. I loved the way she tasted, the way she felt, and
the way she smelled. I loved everything about her.

I moved my tongue in and out of her,
stopping occasionally to lick across her clit just to hear her moan. She rubbed
it against me, and I could feel how hot and swollen it was. I sucked it into my
mouth and she tried to pull up off of my face. I held her down with a grip on
her hips and for several long minutes, I did my best to drive her crazy. From
the sounds she was making, I was doing a good job.

“I need you inside of me,” she said in a
breathless voice. I let go of her and when she slid back down into my lap, I
sat up and moved her over onto the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby.” She
licked her lips and turned over. I positioned myself behind her and held my
rock hard cock in my hand, teasing her with it until she was practically
begging for it before I let it slide inside of her. She enveloped me like a
glove, and I reached down and took a handful of her hair on one side and a
breast in the other hand. I held her like that, tugging gently on one and
pinching and twisting the other as I pounded her from behind.

Alicia had two full-blown orgasms before I
finally felt my body tightening up and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Every
time with her was like the first time, and I came hard and ended up a sweaty,
shaking pile of exhaustion when I collapsed down on top of her.

When I could talk again without shaking
and gasping for breath I said, “Fuck that was amazing.”

She rolled over and wiggled out from
underneath me. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was disheveled, and she had a
gorgeous smile on her face. I pulled her into my arms and held her. For the
next few hours, we didn’t talk about work, we didn't discuss Marjorie, or what
we were going to do about our relationship, we just spent the time loving each
other, and appreciating the fact that we had this time together. Unfortunately,
about five o’clock, my cell dinged with a message. I looked at it and saw that
it was from Miles,

“Headed
up the driveway, dinner will be in the formal dining room at six.”
I
texted him back that we would be there and told Alicia,

“I’m afraid it’s time, love. Hannah will
have dinner on the dining room table in an hour.”

  
She
wrinkled her little nose. “If I pout, can we skip dinner and keep having our
dessert, instead?”

I smiled. “If you only knew how badly I
would love that.” I kissed her and continued, “But no, I’m afraid that Brigham,
and for that matter Hannah, too, are both just headstrong enough to come and
forcibly drag us to the table. We better get busy showering and dressing for
dinner.”

“Showering…oh my goodness, I didn’t bring
any other clothes. Is it a formal dinner? Will he be expecting me to be dressed
up? I thought it was a working dinner.”

“Calm down, gorgeous. Your amazing man is
always prepared,” I told her with a grin. Bouncing out of the bed and strutting
naked over to the armoire, I flipped open the door and hanging there was the
elegant black cocktail dress that I’d had sent over in her size from a boutique
I knew she liked to shop at. They knew her well and they’d also sent over shoes
and undergarments. “You’ll find the new underwear and bras in the drawers,” I
told her. “Now, chop-chop; we don’t want to be late.”

“I haven’t been spoiled like this in…well,
except by my parents, ever. Thank you! I feel like a princess.” She got up and
gave me a big hug. I tried to follow her in the shower and she said, “Uh-uh.
This gigantic castle has to have more than one. If you get in here with me,
I’ll never get ready.” She had a point, but I was still disappointed.

“Okay, but we haven’t done the shower
thing in a long time, you owe me one,” I told her.

I reluctantly left and went to the
bathroom down the hall to get ready. An hour later, I met her in the hall. She
looked gorgeous, as usual, and the things they’d sent over for her fit
perfectly. “I’m glad I found you,” she said. “I have no idea where the dining
room is.”

“I’m glad I ran into you, too. I needed
another one of these.” I pushed her back into the wall and put my hands on that
little silk dress she was wearing. I was so tempted to rip it off of her and
fuck her right there up against the wall. I was good, though. I gave her a
long, deep kiss and let her up for air before saying, “Tonight, I’m going to
have you every which way.”

She giggled. “I can’t wait,” she said. I
loved her enthusiasm, too.

When we made it downstairs to the formal
dining area, Miles was already seated at the head of the table. To his right
sat his son. He looked like Miles IV minus about twenty-five years. To his left
was a young woman. I assumed it was his daughter, but I’d never met her. She
looked annoyed to be there. Next to her was Alex, my best friend and our
political contact at the moment.

“Well, there y'all are,” Miles said as we
walked in. “Have a seat, I’ll introduce you.”

We sat down and Miles said, “This young
man is my son, Miles V. My daughter, Celia, and you folks already know Alex?”

Alicia told Miles V and Celia that she was
pleased to meet them and said hello to Alex. Miles V was polite, but Celia sat
sulking like a spoiled child waiting to be excused. Hannah came in then and
began serving soup. The group was quiet as we ate. When Miles IV had finished
his, he looked at Celia and said,

“Celia, now is probably a good time to get
this over with.”

“Daddy, I really don’t need to be the one
to tell them. Why don’t you do it, please?”

I could tell by the way that Celia looked
at Miles – she was used to getting her way. Miles V rolled his eyes in a very
subtle way, but I caught it, nonetheless.

“Baby girl,” Miles IV said in a soft tone,
“I really think we need to hear it from you…please.”

Celia sighed. She picked up the flute in
front of her and drained the wine from it before she began. “I met Vick Landon
at a fundraising rally two years ago. I was there with Dad and my boyfriend,
David. Vick was very personable and charming. He and David seemed to have a lot
in common, and by the end of the day we were chatting like old friends. I feel
so stupid now; I really didn’t see it…”

She looked up then, in Alicia’s direction
and asked, “Did you read Daddy’s file? The one with Vick’s disgusting sexual
exploits?”

I felt bad for her, and I could tell by
the look on Alicia’s face that she did, too. Only moments ago, I’d judged her
as spoiled and selfish. Alicia nodded and took a sip of her water to lubricate
her dry throat. “Yes, I did,” she said.

With a deep breath, Celia went on, “Then
you know, they became more than friends. Daddy tried to get me to stop seeing
him without telling me why. I wouldn’t accept his advice. I wish I would have
listened now. I’d rather not have known. Anyways, my disgusting boyfriend was
having a sexual affair with this man, and we have pictures to prove it.”

I could tell that Alicia didn’t know what
to say. She finally said, “I’m sorry,” but the words hung in the air hollowly
until Hannah came in with the main course and Miles IV broke the silence.

 
“Now you know why I hated the son of a bitch.
There were other things also. Things you can read about in the files, too. For
one thing, that whore that he set up at the Plaza was living off of stolen
money, money that rat bastard had stolen from me, money that was intended to go
towards electing a President.”

Alicia looked at me. I’d already been told
all of this by Miles, but it was new and shocking information to her. I reached
over and took her hand in her lap and squeezed it.

She looked at Alex then who had sat
silently through all of this. I could tell Alicia was wondering why he was
here. She was too tactful to ask at the table, but I’m sure she would the
second we were alone.

Her eyes scanned the table, and I saw them
land on Miles V. I could almost hear the wheels turning in that intelligent
brain of hers. He was the only one eating, and he was doing so with a gusto
that implied he was completely oblivious to his sister’s pain or his father’s
anger. Miles IV had his eyes on his son too and they held a look of disdain.
His eyes softened when he looked back at his daughter. He put his hand on hers
and said,

“You did a good job, baby. You can go now
if you like.”

Celia smiled and jumped up from the table
like a child that was excused without eating her vegetables. I could tell by
her waif-like appearance that it probably wasn’t the first meal she had missed.
The girl planted a kiss on her father’s cheek and said goodnight to everyone,
except her brother before bouncing out of the room.

I looked back at the younger Brigham, who
seemed to not have missed a bite. I glanced at Alicia and she was looking at me
with a look that practically screamed, “What have you gotten me into here?”

We finally all began to eat. Dinner was
delicious, and thankfully, the rest of it was spent in pleasant small talk and
conversation. I think we had heard enough for now regarding the scandalous
nature of the people we worked for and their associations. There would be time
later for more.

After dessert, Miles V excused himself and
the rest of the party followed the elder Brigham into the sitting room. Hannah
had his Bourbon ready, and both Alex and I both accepted a snifter, as well.
Alicia chose sparkling cider. She rarely drank, save for the occasional glass
of wine with dinner or champagne celebration. I could tell she was impatient as
Miles IV talked on and on about his passion: big game hunting. I don’t think he
was finished, but he made the mistake of pausing for breath and Alicia
interjected,

“Alex, if you don’t mind my asking, what
is your connection to all of this?”

Alex looked at me, as if looking for
permission to divulge information to her. I saw her bristle at that. If she was
going to be the lead defense attorney in this case, she would need to learn how
to get past hurt feelings and outright command more respect.

I nodded slightly at Alex. He looked back
at her and said, “Miles has been grooming me as Vick’s replacement for a while
now. We were going to make the announcement after Vick had been given the news.
There was a press conference scheduled for Friday to announce his resignation
and my appointment. Now, I assume, it will just announce my appointment in the
wake of this, uh…tragedy.”

Miles IV nodded and then drained another
shot of Bourbon. Sitting down his glass, he said, “Yes, Alex here is up to
speed on all things Brigham and Presidential, so to speak. He’s going to make
an excellent campaign manager, as well as a valuable ally for my company.”

 
“So, there was a plan in the works to fire
Vick?” she asked

“Yes, little lady, that was the plan,”
Brigham said

“And, you expected him to resign once you
told him about it?” she asked, I knew she would put it all together quickly.
She’s one of the smartest people I know. The only small area she was lacking
was in her confidence.

“That was also the plan,” he said while
lighting a cigar,

“Let me ask you all this,” Alicia said,
looking at each of the men individually before speaking, “How many other
people, besides those of us in this house, knew what was going on with Vick? By
that, I mean, the love affairs, the illicit spending sprees of campaign monies,
and the fact that he was perilously close to losing it all?”