Pretty Playboy (Cocky Suits Chicago #8) - Alex Wolf Page 0,2
to pull me closer to her.
Campbell stands up as if she’s ending the meeting on that note. As she gathers her files together, she says, “Losing is not an option for this woman. I won’t tolerate it.”
Who the fuck talks like that?
“I won’t tolerate it.”
Pais starts to say something, but I beat her to it. “You may not have a choice. Things happen sometimes that are out of our control. If they think they can win, they may fight and that can get tied up for a long time. It may even be their strategy. It’s just not feasible for us to launch a multi-year pro bono lawsuit, no matter how bad we want to help.”
Her head whips up and those beautiful eyes land on mine once again. It takes an act of willpower not to break eye contact and look at her body, now that she’s standing. Fuck, I want to check her out so badly, but it’d be completely obvious what I was doing.
“I don’t lose to bullies. And I damn sure don’t lose to men in suits. In fact, I despise both.” She rakes her eyes up and down my suit before gathering her files and walking toward the door. “We’ll win this.”
Her head whips back when she’s about halfway there, and she catches me staring right at her ass. I should be ashamed, or avert my eyes, but I don’t. No, I smile and keep staring right at it.
“Thank you, ladies,” says Campbell, in the most cordial tone possible. She turns her head back and keeps walking right out the door. I swear she sways her hips a little extra, as if to say, take a good look at what you’ll never have.
Once Campbell Page is out of sight, I slowly turn back around to face the women who clearly set this up.
I don’t even have words. I just look at both of them and shake my head.
They do their best to hold it in, but Meadow breaks first. Paisley follows suit, immediately. They both snicker.
“Is that funny?” I pretend to glare at both of them and try to hold back a chuckle.
I’ll get them back for this shit.
“Oh yes,” says Paisley, nodding her head.
“Where in the ever-loving fuck did you find that woman?”
“I’m pretty sure she was forged in Sparta and fought for Leonidas,” says Meadow.
I shake my head. “Bullshit, she’d have won Thermopylae by herself.”
Both of them are about to lose it now.
“Then collected ten times in excess damages from Xerxes. He’d have cowered in her presence.”
Both of them do lose it with that one.
I’m glad someone is amused. Okay, I’m a bit amused too. Fuck, it’s like all the intensity drained out of the room once Campbell left.
Eventually, the two ladies walk up next to me.
Pais tries to smooth it over. “We really do need you on this. UWW is the largest union in the city not on our roster. They could bring us a lot of work, and it’s rewarding work too. Things that actually make a difference. No matter what you think of Campbell. She gets results, and wouldn’t you want someone like her looking after your workplace rights?”
“I think I don’t want to wear a suit in front of her again. That’s what I fucking think. Did you see the look in her goddamn eyes when she said it?”
They both die laughing again.
I point a finger at both of them. “There will be retribution for this. Outside of work, because I’m a professional, unlike you two assholes.”
Eventually, they both finish laughing at my expense, and we all head toward the conference room exit to get back to work.
My mind should be in a different place right now, but it’s not. All I can picture is Campbell’s tight little ass walking out of the office. There’s something different about her. I don’t know if I’ve ever been drawn to a woman like this before. Now, don’t get me wrong. I like to have fun with them, fuck them, but I don’t like to keep them around more than a week or so. They just get boring, and it’s not their fault. I’m sure I bore them too.
But Campbell fucking Page…
Holy shit.
I think I need more of her.
Campbell Page
“Are they going to fire me for doing all this? It makes me nervous.” Jennifer’s eyes dart around her small apartment, as if she might get thrown out on the street, just for me being here.