Her eyes locked with mine, and I snickered. How the fuck did she do shit like that?
“I’m not certain you understand the necessary style I’m looking for, yes.”
“Then, I’ll show you what I purchased. Where is your nearest bathroom?”
“I have my own private washroom,” I said. “Through that door over there.”
I pointed to the door on the other side of my office as her gaze followed my finger. I watched her walk across the carpet, her ass swaying with each step she took as the bags hung from her hands.
I felt my pants grow tight again as she opened the door and disappeared into the cavernous space.
My washroom was actually a separate room. It had a walk-in closet stocked with a few of my suits. Some shoes and some ties, a couple of bow ties and some sunglasses. Everything I would need to get ready for an event like this was in there. But it was also equipped for me to sleep in if I spent late nights in my office. There were a walk-in shower and a queen-sized bed back there as well as duplicates of all my toiletries.
I lived for this company, and many times that meant very late nights and international video conferences at three in the morning.
I rolled up the sleeves of my suit and stuck my hands in my pockets. This was going to be fun. I kept picturing all the ridiculous outfits she could come downstairs in, tailored suits and pantsuits and polyester maxi dresses people tried to pass off as elegant. I rocked on my feet and looked at my watch, making sure I had plenty of time to get myself ready for this fundraiser.
“Miss Williams, I don’t have all—”
She stepped out of the washroom, and I swallowed my words. I was stunned by how elegant she looked. Her legs seemed longer as she stood in her black heels. Her tanned skin glistened against the black silken fabric of the spaghetti-strapped dress she wore. It had a high neckline with a seafoam green belt that grabbed her tightly around her waist. The fabric fluttered against her long legs, moving with every step she took as her dangling earrings and dainty bracelet boasted of the same color as the band around her waist.
She sure as hell looked the part, but now the question was whether she could do her job in that getup.
Just as that thought ran through my mind, I saw her grab at the dress. Her hand slowly guided the fabric up her leg, her glistening skin revealing itself to me. I could feel my skin heating. I could feel my cock slowly rising to the occasion. Her toned calves and her strong thighs called to me, and then I saw them.
The knife on her hip and the gun holster around her thigh.
“The flowing fabric gives me easy access. I also bought a few dresses that are tighter around my body but have high slits up the thighs for easy access as well.”
I swallowed thickly as my office door burst open.
“Mr. Steele! I thought I would find you here. I was wondering if—”
Sam delicately dropped the fabric to her dress, not making a show of it as Emma’s eyes wandered over to her. The two girls stared at one another as Emma’s face slowly fell. I looked over at Sam, whose eyes darted to mine before she cocked her head off to the side.
“Miss Emma, what have I told you about knocking before you enter?” I asked.
“Sorry, Mr. Steele. I just wanted to inform you the award ceremony has been postponed until tomorrow night,” Emma said.
“Any particular reason? No one called me to check and see if my schedule was clear for tomorrow night. I’m the one accepting the award, remember?”
“Don’t worry. I took care of it. It didn’t take a lot of shifting around. But I wanted to come tell you in person because I wasn’t sure if you would get the memo I emailed you.”
Emma shot a nasty look over toward Sam, who was still staring at Emma as she continued to talk.
“Is that all, Miss Emma?”
“Yes, sir. That’s all.”
“Same time tomorrow night?” I asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, you’re dismissed.”
Emma took one last look at Sam before she left my office. She closed the door behind her, and I relaxed, but Sam didn’t move. She only panned her gaze over to me, awaiting whatever the hell it was she thought I was going to tell her.
Tomorrow night. Fucking grand.
“If you have a late night at work, that washroom is very convenient. I can stay over and keep you company,” Sam said.