One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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BECCA

I was sitting at the end of the boardroom table with Sandra on one side and Coby on the other. It had been a long and anxious weekend because I hadn't heard from Matthew. But I had chosen not to chase him or contact him either. The last thing I wanted was to look desperate. Even if I wanted to talk

to him more than anything.

But as Monday morning rolled around, I knew I had to put my professional hat back on. Any second now, he was going to walk into the room, and I was supposed to greet him as though everything was perfectly normal. As though he hadn't taken my virginity and given me the best orgasms of my entire life.

"So he liked my designs?" Coby asked anxiously.

"Yeah, he thinks they'll be really effective," I said. "And I love them too. I was trying to convince Matthew to pull in a younger clientele, and I think the new campaign will really do that."

Sandra looked at her watch, then at the door. I knew what she was thinking. It was unusual for Matthew to be late for anything. Looking at my phone, I saw it was five past nine, and we'd all been waiting for twenty minutes already. "Probably stuck in tra c," I said to the room and they both nodded in agreement.

Every second that ticked by reminded me of how nervous I was to see him again. How was I supposed to go back to having a normal boss/employee relationship with him? Was I supposed to stop seeing beyond his suit to the gorgeous naked body beneath?

I'd never be able to look at him again without remembering where his hands had been or what he felt like deep inside me. Would never be able to look at his mouth without remembering the pleasure-filled tremors he'd given me. When the table grew a little more restless and we thought he'd never turn up, the door opened and in strode Matthew as though everything was fine.

"Good morning," he said, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. He smiled at both Sandra and Coby. Then his eyes rested on me, a split second of acknowledgment before he moved his gaze elsewhere, but it sent a shock wave through my stomach.

"I trust you all had a good weekend," he said, opening his laptop.

Once again, he looked up, his eyes peering over the top of his screen. His gaze met mine for a fleeting moment, then he glanced away again. But in that passing glance, there was so much raw energy, so much fire. He was trying to play it cool, but I couldn't ignore the way he licked his lips with desire. And at just the sight of him, I couldn't stop the pulsing between my legs.

There was no denying we still wanted each other badly.

The tension between us was palpable to the point that even Sandra seemed on edge. She bristled in her seat and said, "You're late, Matthew. That's unlike you."

"Tra c," he said shortly. "It was a bitch this morning." Once again, he looked up from his laptop to glance at me.

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Was that a slight quickening of his breath? Did his eyes just

linger on my breasts?

Beside me, I could feel Sandra's agitation, and as I looked at her, I saw her eyes tracing a line between Matthew and me then back to Matthew again. She was a shrewd woman and nobody's fool. She knew there was something between us. "Did you have a good weekend, Matthew?" she asked pointedly.

"Oh, it was nothing special," he replied, but once again his gaze flicked toward me then back to his computer screen.

Sandra narrowed her eyes as she gazed at him, noting his avoidance.

"Anyway," Matthew said. "Let's all turn our attention to Coby's latest designs."

He reached for the projector cable and plugged it into his laptop. A second later, his screen layout was glowing on the screen at the far end of the room. Coby looked on proudly at his designs.

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"So, I gotta hand it to you," Matthew said. "I think these are great. I've been advised by Becca that we should move our attention to a different demographic, and I think this is one way of doing just that."

Sandra turned to me, the usual softness in her eyes gone. "So you're in charge of advising Matthew on new demographics now, are you?" she asked caustically.

"No, I'm not. I just suggested some ideas of my own." "Wow," Sandra replied. "And how long have you been

here? A week?"

"Two weeks, actually," I said, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

"I've been here fifteen years and can't persuade Matthew to change the toilet paper." She sat back in her seat, all of us watching as she crossed her arms over her enormous stomach and huffed. "Sorry," she said, though her tone wasn't at all apologetic. "My hormones are getting to me."

"It's okay." Matthew laughed to ease the tension. "As always, I appreciate your input."

But her mood hadn't lightened. I thought she liked me, I thought. I didn't realize she had a jealous streak in her. But maybe it was just the hormones. Maybe she was just exhausted from the pregnancy. Yeah, that's it, I reasoned. She's just tired.

Giving her a weak smile to show we were friends, I hoped she'd respond with a sign that all was good between us. But all I got was a chilled stare, her gray eyes like ice chips staring into my soul.