Page 155 of Sinclair Duet
“No.”
“It’s a shame.” I ran my hands down her arms with a ghostly touch, watching her reaction. The way the small hairs stood to attention and how her grip of the desk’s edge tightened. My words came out breathy. “I guess I can’t bend you over this desk, flip up that sexy skirt, and bury myself deep inside your wet pussy.”
Ella’s cheeks filled with a rosy hue. “How do you know I’m wet?”
“Because I can smell you. And you smell sensational.” I leaned back, scanning the front of her blouse. “And your nipples are hard. They’re giving you away.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Maybe I’m cold.”
“Are you…cold?”
“No,” she said with a grin as she lifted her arms to my shoulders. “I need to do work today, but I wanted to thank you.”
“Lock the door and you can thank me properly.”
Ella shook her head. “This is me thanking you.”
Falling back into my chair, I sighed. “I’d prefer a blow job.”
More shaking of her head.
“What did I do?” I asked.
“You spoke with Julia.”
“I did.”
“She called Millie,” Ella said. “And the campaign is still a go. I offered to step down as campaign manager.”
Furrowing my brow, I pressed my lips together.
Ella went on, “Millie said she wants me to continue as we are.”
I reached for her left hand. “Even though we’re engaged.”
Ella nodded. “She wants me to keep the entire coalition happy with the fraternity. No preferential treatment.”
“Does having you naked under my desk for an early-afternoon blow job qualify as preferential treatment?”
The color in her cheeks was creeping down her neck. “Since I’m supposed to be working for Beta Kappa Phi, I think the answer is yes. What did you learn from Timothy Evans?”
I inhaled. “Gloria was in on it. The presiding officiant happens to have been her gardener, a talented man from Colombia who took an online test to become a clergy.”
“You were married by a gardener?”
“He gardens for money. He’s also a music prodigy—maybe, I don’t know. He’s working on his doctorate at IU in music. I’ve heard it’s not easy to be accepted into the program. The assumption is that he needed help staying in the US and money. Gloria stepped in and quid pro quo.”
Ella shook her head. “A gardener-slash-music prodigy and a hospital chaplain. Planning our wedding is getting more difficult. It will be hard to beat your track record of marriages.”
Reaching for her hand, I closed my eyes and sighed. Opening them, I smiled. “Thank you for believing me, and for even joking about this fucking mess.” I lifted her knuckles to my lips. “For being here now.”
“Maybe I should be the one getting oral.”
I patted the desk. “Anytime, anyplace.” When she didn’t abide, I continued, “Seriously, Timothy says I have grounds for an annulment as well as a lawsuit.”
“Because suing Gloria Wilmott and her daughter will be so helpful when the executive board reconvenes.”
“She should be removed from the board,” I said.