Heart of Stone Emery and Jackson by Chiquita Dennie (rooftoppers TXT) 📕

of Pierce Nascar motors. I want you heading the account and bring Dominique in on it as well.”

“Why her?  You know we can’t stand each other.”

“Emery please for me, be nice.”

Drinking the last of my coffee, I toss the cup in his wastebasket and grab the files out of his hands.

“Sure thing, Boss.”

I turn to leave, and he calls me back.

“Oh, Emery you may want to put a little makeup on your neck, seeing as how we’re in a professional setting.”

“Umm...”

“No need to come up with an excuse.  I know you’re still recovering from your breakup with Anthony. Judgment free zone here.”

“I guess we both have stressful love affairs at the moment.”

“Have you talked with him lately?”

“Don’t.”

“I’m on your side, Emery. We’ve almost come to blows over you.”

“Thanks, Brent, I’m a big girl. I can fight my own battles.”

“I know and how is Granny Lynn doing? I called her last week about Sunday dinner, and she cursed me out saying Boy, all you do is call me when you’re hungry. Better find you a woman to cook for you since Angela’s only good for doing hair and laying on her back. I swear Emery, Granny is crazy and needs a check.”

We both burst into laughter. After leaving Brent’s office, I walked over to my office and noticed the door open. Peeking inside Angela was sitting behind my desk with her feet propped up and talking on my phone.

I close the door behind me and lay the file folder on the desk and kick her feet down.

“Let me call you back J. Grouchy just walked inside, and you know how she is if she doesn’t eat anything first thing in the morning.”

“She’ll call you back later Jordan.”

Pointing for her to get out of my seat, she raised up and walked around my desk to sit in the chair.

“How was last night?”

“How about we talk about you and your little friendly visit with my boss?”

“Who? Brent?”

“Yes, Brent or shall I say Big Daddy.”

“You’re too grouchy this early in the morning, and the dick must not have been that good.”

“Angela, I swear you have screws loose. Anyway, the sex was fabulous if you must know. I still can’t believe I had a one-night stand.”

“Me neither. So, what was the sex like, don’t hold back on anything.” Angela sat down on my couch as I came around and sat next to her in the chair.

“He was so attentive, making sure my needs came first. I couldn’t tell you how many orgasms I had, and the size was very pleasing.”

“Ohh... I love a man with a big dick and especially if he can work it. Let me tell you about Brent.”

“Uhmm... that’s my cue to start working.”

“What? I listened to you talk about your one-night stand.”

“And what makes you think I want to hear about you sleeping with my friend and boss?”

Angela snorted at my comment and waved me off as Dominique appeared at my door.

“Morning Emery, are you ready for the meeting with the client?” Dominique asks as she glares at Angela.

Those two never got along because Angela always said she flirted and tried to push up on Brent multiple times.

“Don’t you knock?”

“Don’t you have a job? Or is sitting around eating and braiding hair your job?” Dominique snapped sassily.

“Alright you two,” I scolded them both with a disappointing glare.

“I have a client to meet, Emery I’ll call you later and Doloris-”

Dominique swerved around fast and glared at Angela with her hands on her hips, tapping her feet.

“My name is Dominique.”

Angela waved her off dismissively as she walked out of my office.

“That’s what I said. Anyway, talk later Emery and dinners on you.” Angela shut my door on her way out as I snickered at her comment toward Dominique.

Dominique rolled her eyes at Angela and turned back around facing me.

“How can I help you, Dominique?” I sighed in irritation at her interruption.

“We have a meeting with a new client and Brent sent me to get you.”

“I know about the meeting. I don’t need a babysitter, and it does say Executive VP Advertising on my door.” Gathering my notes and files, I stand up from my desk and walk over and pick up my black shawl I purchased the other night, since I couldn’t get home to change after the events of last night.

“We all know you’re Brent’s favorite. I don’t need a reminder. I’m trying to score this deal, so I can keep my record solid. We don’t need to work together. Just give me your files, and I’ll handle everything, and as usual, you take credit.” Dominique smirked as she stood to walk out of my office as I followed her to the conference room.

Checking to see if I missed any messages from my mom, I notice a text from Anthony.

Anthony: Em, please call me

Emery: We have nothing to talk about.

“Watch where you’re- “

Annoyed that Anthony is still trying to get back together, I reply and end up bumping into the back of a very tall figure. I backed up and peered from the size fifteen Marc Jacob loafers up to the wide shoulders, and broad smile, and full lips that sucked on my breasts for hours and hours, with long thick hands that caressed my wide hips as he pumped into me at every angle wearing a mischievous smile. Spacing out as I realize that I slept with my new client last night.

“Emery, this is Jackson Pierce, you remember from the restaurant,” Brent informed me as he escorted all of us into the conference room.

Taking a deep breath, I shake Jackson’s hand and then move to the other side of the room to keep distance between us.

“Yes, I remember Mr. Pierce. Nice to see you again sir.”

“Please, call me Jackson.”

“I prefer Mr. Pierce. Brent would have a fit if I didn’t properly address his friend and client correctly.”

“You’re fine Emery, whatever Jackson needs give it to him. Nothing is off limits,” Brent says, and I stare into Jackson’s eyes, and he winks at me. I pick up the glass of water in front of me and take a sip to try and distract from the throbbing ache between my legs.

“Jackson, I put Emery on your account because she’s the best Ad Executive I have. I would personally oversee things normally- “

Jackson waves him off and unbuttons his jacket as he sits up straighter folding his hands in front of him. I licked my lips in remembrance of the way he tasted in my mouth as I ran my tongue up and down his thick shaft.

“Emery! Emery!” Brent shouts my name and waves his hand in front of my face.

“Huh?”

“Where did you go? I was calling you, “Brent says.

Shuffling the papers in front of me, I turn toward Dominique, she glared at me with her lip pouted out like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

“Sorry, I was thinking about the workload Dominique and I will have to split up.”

“I can handle Mr. Pierce all by myself if Emery is too overwhelmed with other accounts.” Dominique crossed her arms under her chest as her breasts spilled out of her shirt. Brent lingers at her Double D boobs as I catch Jackson staring at me.

“I prefer to work with Emery one on one,” Jackson says.

“What!” Dominique and I both yell out at the same time.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jackson. Emery has more than just you as a client which is why I partnered her up with Dominique,” Brent said as he walked around to the conference door to leave.

“Yeah, I agree with Brent, Mr. Pierce. You need more than one set of hands and eyes on your project. I’m known for having satisfied clients and account ratings,” Dominique explained with a smirk on her face as she tossed her hair back and leaned in to show off her breasts more.

I rolled my eyes at her blatant flirtation in front of a client and our boss.

“I’d rather have Emery. Brent, you wouldn’t mind, would you? I can throw in another year of advertising in our deal if I’m exclusively working with Emery.”

Blinking repeatedly at his statements, I pause to wait and hear what Brent has to say.

“Emery can speak for herself. If her other accounts don’t suffer, I’m fine with that. But keep Dominique on for the daily calls and meetings, and Emery can run things through her as a second lead,” Brent replies and shakes Jackson’s hand. Watching Brent leave out of the office I gulp the rest of my water down, thinking of a way to get out of this situation.

“Dominique do think you could give Emery and I a minute alone?” Jackson asks.

“No,” I say out in a rush.

Jackson and Dominique both look at me. Dominique suspiciously and Jackson amusingly at my nervousness to be alone with him.

“Should I be worried?” Dominique asks.

I lower my head and run a hand across my forehead to try and gather my thoughts.

“I’m fine Dominique, give us a minute, and then we can start.”

Dominique gets up out of her seat and pulls her skirt down hoping to catch Jackson’s eyes. Unbeknownst to her and Brent, I’m the one he’s stared at for the last hour while we’ve been in this room. She leaves out of the office as Jackson and I play the staring game.

“Are you going to stare at me all day?” I ask.

He slowly stands up out of his seat, pulls his jacket down at the sleeves, licks his lips and walks over and closes the conference room door.

“We should leave that open.”

Shaking his head, he proceeds to come around the table to where I’m sitting. He stops in front of me as I turn in my seat with my legs crossed; cursing under my breath for wearing the same dress from last night that’s showing off more than enough thighs.

He stared down and leaned over to look me directly in the face.