At 5:00, Mia was partially disappointed that Sam had never called her back into his office, but then, she wasn't sure if she could handle another round with him that afternoon. She was still a little sore from the first time.
She grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer, wondering if Sam had only said she needed to be ready for him to call her back in that afternoon in order to mess with Beau, and headed out of the office for the day. She'd arranged for a car to pick her up, thinking she should just go home and get some sleep. It had been a long last few days.
Beau was waiting for her in the hall outside of her office. She tried not to make a face. He was there because he cared about her after all. "Hi," he said, his hands shoved deep down into his pockets.
"Hi," she said, forcing a small smile onto her face. It wasn't as if she didn't have feelings for him. She did. It was only... they weren't supposed to see each other at work. And the only way she could keep the two relationships from getting intermingled was to draw a line in her mind to keep Beau at home and Sam at work. Beau was messing with that line.
"Do you want a ride home?" he asked, hardly meeting her eyes.
"I already called for a ride," she said, looking around to see if people were listening. She didn't know if people at work were talking about them or not, but she'd rather keep their out-of-work relationship a secret, if possible, at least from these people. It wasn't as if she'd run into any of them at the club the other night.
"Please, Mia?" I need to see you.
She knew what that really meant. He needed to make sure she was okay. Once he saw that she was, he'd probably want to remind her that Sam was just her boss, that he was the one who really had feelings for her, and Mia wasn't sure she was ready for that.
He looked so hot, standing there, his eyes downcast, vulnerability rolling off of him. She really did like him-a lot. It was just... Sam had done things to her that she'd never consider doing with Beau. Would he expect to hear about it? While she knew he was perfectly capable of claiming her in a way that would also set her skin on fire, she wasn't sure she was ready to have two different men in the same day-especially since they were brothers.
"You can cancel it. Pay him anyway," Beau said with a shrug. "I'll pay for it."
"It's not that," she said, knowing if she got in the car with Beau, she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of him.
Mia pulled her phone out of her pocket and cancelled the ride. A reminder popped up that she'd have to pay anyway, and she did. "Okay," she said.
A smile took over Beau's face as he stretched his hand out for hers. She slipped her fingers into his and headed down to the elevator with him, the heat from his hand igniting hers and lighting up her arm. They hadn't even stepped out of the building yet, and she was already beginning to feel her core tighten in response to his touch.
On the elevator, he didn't let go of her hand, despite the fact that there were other people from the office on with them. So much for not letting others know. Mia could feel her cheeks heating up. One of the other women raised an eyebrow at her and then looked at Beau, like she was trying to sort it all out.
"You and me both, lady," Mia thought.
The elevator opened, and Beau led her to his car. He had a driver that day, which meant he'd sit in the back with her. Mia wondered how many seconds it would take for his hands to work up her skirt. Probably not many.
She slid inside, her skirt riding up so high her panties were visible. She tossed her handbag aside and pulled it down slightly, but when Beau got in next to her, Mia's will to hide anything at all from him was gone. His lips were on hers before he even pulled the door closed behind him.
She was in trouble. Big, big trouble.