Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

Although we’d shown one another our love, this was the first time we’d said the actual words. Now they were out in the open, we could never take them back. Not that I would want to.

It was all business in the shower, all scrubbing and shampooing. At least until all the essentials were done and Sean got me to bend over. He took me from behind, his hands on my hips as the water rained down, the tiles smooth and cool under my hands. With a heart full of burning love and a pussy full of warm cum, by far my favorite way of being, we ventured back out into the sitting room.

“What shall we do now?” I asked, glancing toward the bed.

“Get you ready for work.”

“I suppose,” I said, heaving out a sigh.

I had wanted to spend the day in bed totally naked, that first taste in the shower leaving me hungry for more, but he was right, I had to go to work.

It was a weird feeling, getting dressed for work and being watched. The sensation was an oddly erotic one. Before I left for the office, I showed him what I really wanted to do by pulling him hard against me and driving my tongue into his mouth.

“Wow,” he breathed when we broke apart.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I’m not usually like this. You just have this effect on me.”

“Ditto.”

My heels lifted off the floor like I was levitating. Sean’s slipped his hand inside the waistband of my skirt and slid two fingers straight into my pussy. He pinned me up against the wall and finger fucked me until I screamed, the sound muffled by his soft lips on mine.

With a silent efficiency, Sean whipped off my panties and replaced them with fresh ones, kissing me as he pulled them up into place.

“You should go,” he said. “You don’t want to be late.”

My legs were jelly and barely held me up as I eased into the driver’s seat, exhilarated and happy. No one knew what their day would bring, but mine was already looking up.

****

When I reached my desk, a yellow sticky note had been placed on my monitor. The piece of paper looked harmless. Just a small square of yellow paper with a gentle adhesive on the back. A set of symbols scribbled on the front that, while clearly English, took a while to decipher. Not because I couldn’t read it, but because of what it actually said.

Darcy,

Please see me in my office when you come in.

-Emil Chau

The weakness in my legs returned, though in a vastly different form. My morning elation turning quite swiftly to nerves. Steadying myself by breathing, I rolled back my shoulders and ordered my heart to stop beating like a drum. On unsteady legs, I made my way to the top floor and knocked against Mr. Chau’s door.

“Come in,” he called.

Taking one more deep breath, I opened the door. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes. Please sit down,” he said, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of his desk.

I dropped like a well-trained Labrador, the soft leather of the chair creaking slightly under my weight. Goosebumps raced along my skin, and not the good kind. Part of me wanted to run from his office screaming. My intuition didn’t like Emil Chau, not one little bit.

“I’ve heard some very good things about you. Nicole Sharp speaks very highly.”

I crossed my legs at the ankles and placed my hands in my lap. “Thank you, sir.”

“My personal legal assistant has given her notice, and I need a replacement. You start tomorrow. You have today to finish up any work you were doing for Nicole.”

“Great,” I said, not meaning it.

Bile rose in my throat, and I forced myself not to throw up. Working as Mr. Chau’s assistant was a huge step on the career ladder, and I tried to convince myself I should be grateful. It was an opportunity for more money and more responsibility. All good things, in my estimation. Still, I was of two minds. The impression I had of the senior partners was that they were a cabal of egocentric opportunists who would win at any cost. It felt a bit like glasshouses, but even I had limits. I was ambitious, yes, but not mercenary. According to the chat in the copy room, Emil Chau was one of the worst. It was mostly just rumored, but I had had to wonder why his last assistant had given notice.

He motioned his hand toward the door. “You can leave now.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.”

The world moved without much notice. I didn’t have much to do for Nicole, just some light filing which wasn’t the best thing to keep me in a present state of mind. As the folders scraped against each other, my mind returned to the idea of working for Emil. I didn’t know him except by reputation and wasn’t really in a position to judge, but there was something about him that set off alarm bells. My fight or flight instinct kicking in every time he smiled. If the rumors were to be believed, he thought of his personal assistants as his personal property. Things to use as he saw fit. Probably why he’d gone through eight in the past year, most of them not even lasting a month. Was I a high-performing employee he was giving a promotion or the next lamb to the slaughter?

Unexpectedly, a hand touched my bicep.

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped.

“Sorry, are you okay?” Nicole asked, taking a step back. The expression on her face was one of shock mixed with hurt. Her hand lingered in the space between us, withdrawn after my overreaction.

“Sorry,” I said, my shoulders relaxing.

“I take it you got Emil’s message?”

“You knew?”

“I wrote it.