Fall into Him (5 page)

That memory brought Jennifer reeling back to the present.

“It's so good to see you,” Brad turned his dazzling smile towards
Jennifer's gorgeous roommate. “And it's nice to meet you.”

“Why are you here?” Jennifer blurted out the question.

“I wanted to see you,” Brad began.

Suddenly, Jennifer realized that she didn't care why he was there. That
part of her life was over, right? She held up a hand. “Never mind. I don't want
to hear it. Just leave.”

“Now, Jen, that can't really be what you want,” Brad reached out a
hand.

Jennifer didn't know what expression was on her face, but whatever it
was spurred her roommate into action. And it was a good thing too. All Jennifer
wanted to do was push Brad into the hallway and slam the door in his face.
Rachel was, surprisingly, a bit more diplomatic.

“Jennifer's just gotten back from a business trip overseas,” Rachel
stepped between Jennifer and Brad.

Jennifer clenched her shaking hands into fists and crossed her arms
over her chest, hoping she looked as tired as she felt. Her brain seemed to
seriously be considering whether or not it wanted to function.

“I think it'd be for the best if you left, let her get some rest,”
Rachel took a step towards Brad, purposefully invading his personal space and
forcing him backwards.

His reaction to Rachel shouldn't have surprised Jennifer like it did.
He'd never been able to deal with strong women. As Jennifer watched, Rachel
maneuvered Brad out the door.

“If she wants to talk to you, she'll call,” Rachel shut the door even
as Brad was saying that Jennifer didn't have his number. Rachel turned back
towards Jennifer, baby blue eyes glowing with curiosity. “All right, spill.”

Jennifer followed Rachel to the couch, her legs numb, brain whirling,
She hadn't seen Brad since he'd told her that he'd gotten tired of her
stupidity and how bad she was at sex, and then dumped her. She thought she'd
gotten over it, but his sudden reappearance had dug up things she'd thought had
long since been forgotten.

“Who is this guy?” Rachel poured them each a glass of wine and then
settled on one end of the couch, tucking her feet up underneath her.

“He's my ex,” Jennifer took a sip of the rich liquid.

“Yeah, I figured out that much,” Rachel leaned forward and put a hand on
Jennifer's knee. “You know you can tell me anything and I'll still love you,
right? I'll never judge you.”

Jennifer nodded, fighting back tears at Rachel's words. It had been a
very emotionally draining couple of days. She told her story slowly, selecting
her words with care. She couldn't tell Rachel the whole truth. A woman as
strong as the dark-haired chef would never understand why Jennifer had stayed
with Brad for so long, why, even now, she had a hard time believing that their
break-up, the problems they had, weren't all her fault. Instead, she told the
story the way Jennifer wished it had gone, how it might have gone if she'd just
been braver.

“Brad and I had been dating since high school and, after a while, he
became controlling, cruel. He started telling me what I could and couldn't do,
who I could be around. I had to ask permission for everything.” Jennifer looked
down at her hands. That much, at least, was true. Then came the lie. “Finally,
I had enough and broke it off. I hadn't seen him since then.”

“You did the right thing,” Rachel said fervently. “A bastard like that
doesn't deserve a woman like you.”

“Thanks,” Jennifer mumbled, her face flushing at the compliment.

As if she sensed her friend's discomfort, Rachel changed the subject.
“So! Do you want to tell me about this
mysterious
trip you were whisked
away on?”

Despite herself, Jennifer smiled. It wasn't just the idea of gorgeous
Philip Haas, her boss, who sent a bolt of happiness through her. Although, she
had to admit to herself that the memory of those soft lips, his tousled dirty
blond hair and piercing green eyes, the firm physique, made her warm.

“It was amazing,” Jennifer lit up. “I ended up meeting the guy who owns
the entire hotel chain when he came to check-in and we started talking. He
pulled my file and was so impressed that he offered me a job as his assistant.
When I accepted, he told me that he had meetings in Japan and we'd be leaving
right away,” Jennifer flushed as she skirted the two very personal encounters
she'd had with her boss. They came forward nonetheless and she could almost
feel what it had been like to have Philip inside her, to have his hands on her
body, coaxing her towards pleasure; how her body had burned as he'd slipped his
fingers into her, stopping before she reached her climax.

If Rachel noticed her friend blush, she didn't mention it. “And when
you got to Japan?”

“He took me to all of his meetings related to a hotel he's building in
Tokyo,” Jennifer giggled as she continued. “You should have seen the way Philip
handled everyone. I've never seen anything like it. He took someone who had
this completely off concept and steered them around to his way of thinking by
just asking questions.”

“You sound like you really admire this Philip guy.” Rachel's tone was
cautious.

Jennifer could sense that her friend wanted to ask more, that Rachel
suspected there was something more to what had happened than what Jennifer was
saying. Jennifer forced herself to smile and answer. “Of course I do. Philip,
Mr. Haas, is so successful, and at such a young age. It's really amazing
watching him work. I really think I could learn a lot from him.” Jennifer tried
very hard not to think about all of the things she was learning that had
absolutely nothing to do with business.

How just a touch could drive her mad. The way Philip's cock could reach
places inside her that she'd never dreamed existed. How she could cum so hard
she could barely walk. What it was like to feel so completely and utterly
satisfied that every muscle was relaxed.

Rachel gave Jennifer an appraising look, one that said she knew that
there was more to the story, but she didn't pry. Jennifer swallowed a sigh of
relief. What would Rachel think of her if she knew that Jennifer was screwing
around with her boss?

“It's late.” Rachel stood. “And I'm sure you're exhausted.” She took
Jennifer's glass. “For what it's worth, I'm glad you've met Philip Haas. He
sounds like he's really going to be good for you.”

Jennifer watched Rachel take their glasses into the kitchen. What had
Rachel meant by that statement? Did 'good for you' just mean as a mentor or did
she suspect that there was something more going on? Not that Jennifer knew the
answer to that question herself. At the moment, she was as much in the dark
about what was going on as Rachel was.

Jennifer fought her way up through a restless slumber, trying to
recognize the sound cutting into the darkness. It was a ringtone, her
sleep-addled brain finally realized, but not one that she remembered having
before. Her hand closed on an unfamiliar shape and she blinked at it blearily
as she swiped her finger across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Miss Brooks,” Philip's business-like tone was brisk in her ear.

“Phil – Mr. Haas,” Jennifer bolted upright.

“Be ready for me to pick you up at noon,” he stated curtly. “Wear a
skirt or dress.”

“Oh, okay,” Jennifer replied. Her mind whirled. “Where will we be
going?” When Philip didn't answer, she looked down at the phone and saw that
he'd hung up. Only then did she realize that she was holding her new phone.
She'd forgotten all about it.

Jennifer glanced at the clock. She had plenty of time to get ready, but
something in the pit of her stomach told her that no matter how much time she
had, she'd never really be ready for anything with Philip.

This thought returned to her as, an hour later, she stood in front of
her closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Part of her was tempted to call
Rachel and ask for input, but she feared her friend would know that her
indecision was more due to her physical attraction than a desire to
professionally impress her new boss. The real problem was trying to balance
wanting to look pretty for Philip while, simultaneously, maintaining a
professional appearance. She wasn't sure what Philip had in mind, working or
fooling around, and she needed to be ready for either scenario.

When Philip acknowledged her with a nod as she climbed into the town
car, she knew she'd chosen wisely. Her black skirt went just a little below
mid-thigh, showing off her sheer stockings, and her silk blouse complimented
her figure without being inappropriate. She felt ready for anything.

“Here,” Philip handed Jennifer a small box.

“What's this?” Jennifer looked down. It was heavier than she expected.

“Lunch.” Philip motioned for the driver to depart and continued
speaking to Jennifer. “Eat. We're heading back to The Preminenza to clean out
your locker and have a quick meeting with some of the staff. The CEO's personal
assistant doesn't need a locker.”

“Oh, thank you,” Jennifer tried not to read too much into the gesture.
As she opened the box, her stomach growled and she realized that she hadn't
eaten yet. And then she saw what was in the container. She'd assumed it would
be a sandwich, maybe a salad or even take out. Instead, it was fancy seasoned
and steamed rice with chicken and vegetables. Was this even considered take
out?

They rode in silence as Jennifer ate, but as she stole a glance at
Philip, she was surprised to see his eyes on her, the expression in them unreadable.

When they were just a few blocks away, Philip spoke. His words were
strictly business. “I like to make surprise visits to meet with management at
my hotels to see how well they're truly prepared. I usually only give them a
few hours notice. While we're meeting with them, I need to you take notes of
any decisions that are made or any complaints registered.”

Jennifer wasn't sure she wanted to eat anymore. Her stomach was in
knots, the food she'd already eaten roiling in her stomach. She hadn't realized
that she'd be sitting in on meetings with her former bosses. She wasn't sure
how far up the management went, but there was a good chance she'd know at least
a couple of the people involved. The next few hours were going to be very
awkward. She wasn't hungry now, but Philip was watching her again so she forced
down the last of the food. Fortunately, it was only a few bites.

The car finally came to a stop. The driver opened Philip’s door as he
stepped out. “This is only our first stop today.” Philip helped Jennifer from
the car, letting his fingers linger on hers for the briefest of moments.

The moment they stepped into the lobby, Jennifer was glad that she'd
chosen something a little sexy as well as business-like. While she'd gotten
along with most of her co-workers, there had always been one who just irked
her. Jennifer had tried to be polite about it, but Jodie Kaiser couldn't seem
to stop telling Jennifer how great her own life was and how pathetic Jennifer's
was by comparison. The two of them rarely worked together, but it was still
annoying. There, behind the front desk, to Jennifer's delight, was Jodie. The
younger woman's pale eyes widened and her jaw dropped as Jennifer and Philip
walked towards her.

Philip's eyes moved from Jennifer to Jodie and Jennifer had the
strangest feeling that, in just one look, he'd figured out the contention
between the two women. “I'm guessing she's a friend of yours?” To Jennifer's
surprise, she felt Philip's hand at the small of her back.

“Hi, Jodie,” Jennifer couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction
as Jodie gaped at Philip. He was looking especially handsome today, his hair
just a bit more mussed than usual, as if he'd rolled out of bed with not quite
enough time to put his hair in perfect place. The cut of his suit accentuated
each line of his tall, lean body in a way that made women – and even a few men
– want to know what was underneath.

“Mr. Haas,” Jodie's voice was breathless and color rose to her cheeks.
“How can I help you, Sir?”

“Miss Brooks has some things left in her locker, but as she's now my
personal assistant, she won't be needing to keep anything here. Collect her
things and have them in a box for us when we leave,” Philip's hand dropped to
Jennifer's ass and she barely suppressed a squeak. “We will be in the third
floor conference room. I expect the rest of our party to arrive within the
hour.” He started to lead Jennifer towards the elevators, then paused. “And,
Miss,” he glanced down at Jennifer for a last name.

“Kaiser,” she supplied.

“Miss Kaiser, all of Miss Brooks's things, I'm sure, will be present
and accounted for, and in the most pristine condition.”

Jennifer tried not to smile too noticeably as she walked with Philip to
the elevators. He didn't say anything while they rode up together and Jennifer
wasn't sure how she could thank him for that little exchange so she didn't
speak either. When they stepped into the hallway, Philip surprised her by
wrapping his fingers around her wrist. He pulled her to him and she breathed
deep the scent of his cologne, subtle and spicy and something uniquely him.

“We have some time to kill,” his voice took on a husky quality that
instantly made her wet. “Come with me.” He didn't really give her much of a
choice as he ducked into the stairwell, but Jennifer wasn't about to protest,
not if it meant he was going to take care of the sudden and urgent ache between
her legs.

The moment they were both through the doorway, Philip spun Jennifer
around and pressed her back against the wall. The door was still closing as
Philip's mouth came down on hers. Jennifer couldn't hold back her whimper as
Philip's tongue teased at the corner of her mouth. He made a sound in the back
of his throat and his hands ran down over her ass, pushing his hips against
her. Jennifer shivered as his hard length twitched against her stomach.

She knew she should protest when one hand slid under her skirt, that
she should care that they could be seen at any moment, but all she could think
about was how she never wanted him to stop kissing her. Her tongue tangled with
his and she twined her arms around his neck. His fingers skimmed over her
pantyhose, heat blazing through her cells, and she didn't care that they were
in a semi-public place.

When Philip's lips moved from hers, Jennifer tilted her head,
wordlessly asking for more. His mouth moved to her ear, his breath warm against
her skin. “You're so beautiful.”

Jennifer took a shuddering breath, Philip's words changing the heat in
her belly to something much more than lust.

“Turn around,” the statement was almost a request.

Jennifer turned, flattening her palms against the wall. She started as
she saw how close they were to the window in the door. One little step to the
left and anyone walking down the hall would be able to see her. Then Philip was
pulling up the back of her skirt and she gave herself over to the moment.

“I should have clarified that when I said a skirt,” a ripping sound
filled the stairwell, “I didn't want pantyhose.” Philip pressed his lips to the
spot just below her ear. “Too restricting.”

“Please,” Jennifer whispered, pushing her ass back against him. After
all that had happened between them, after the confusion of Brad's return, all
she wanted was to feel Philip inside her.

Philip's fingers brushed over the now-bare skin of her ass before he
was pulling aside her panties and she felt his cock brush against her.

“Spread your legs,” he murmured.

Jennifer obeyed automatically shifting her feet just wide enough to
allow him access. She moaned as she felt his head ease inside her and she
waited for the first thrust. It never came. Instead, Philip slid each inch into
her with agonizing slowness. By the time she felt him flush against her back,
her breath was coming in pants and every cell in her body was crying out. She felt
more full than before, as if the almost gentle penetration left her tighter or
made him bigger. It didn't matter. He was inside her and she felt a
completeness she'd never imagined.

“Jennifer,” he whispered her name as he began to move. His strokes were
shallow and easy, so unlike the quickie she'd been expecting. Despite their
semi-public location and the need to finish before the others arrived, Philip
was keeping an almost leisurely pace, stoking the fire in Jennifer's body into
an inferno.

She rested her cheek against the wall, the plaster cool on her
overheated skin. She moaned as pleasure built inside her, flushing as the sound
echoed.

“I love to hear you moan and know that I'm the cause of it.” One of
Philip's hands worked open the top two buttons on Jennifer's blouse and slipped
inside. “I love all of the sounds you make.” Philip placed an open-mouthed kiss
on the juncture between her shoulder and throat. “The way you beg for my cock.
How your breathing quickens just before you cum. Your squeals when I do
something that surprises you.” He tweaked her nipple through her bra and
Jennifer let out a strangled sound. Philip chuckled. “I love how you respond to
my every touch.”

“Philip,” Jennifer's nails scraped on the wall. She could feel herself
getting nearer to the edge.

He made a pleased sound. “I love the different ways you say my name. A
whisper, a breath, a scream.”

“Philip,” Jennifer said it again, putting every ounce of longing into
that single word. She was so close.

He gave a muffled groan as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, the
final sensation needed to trigger Jennifer's orgasm. She shuddered against him,
aware of his body pressed tightly against hers, his face pressed into the crook
of her neck. She didn't cry out, only let out a shaky breath, but what washed
over her was deeper and stronger than anything she'd ever felt before.

He eased out of her and took a step back. Jennifer looked down as she
straightened her clothes, a familiar embarrassment coming over her. As she
stuffed her ruined pantyhose into her purse, Philip's hand was suddenly under
her chin. She let him tip her face up, too surprised to do anything else. His
eyes were bright as he gently kissed her. It was a mere touching of lips,
chaste by comparison of everything else they'd done, but it took Jennifer's
breath away. He smiled down at her and brushed some hair back from her face.

She was still replaying that moment when they left the conference room
an hour later. She'd done her job, but it hadn't been easy concentrating while
she could see the stairwell door from her seat. Philip's proximity didn't help
her, nor did the fact that she was very conscious of Philip's cum inside her,
soaking her panties. By the time they finished, she was more than ready to
leave.

Jennifer could feel her face warm as she recounted the stairwell
incident as they rode the elevator back down. They were walking halfway across
the lobby, Philip carrying her box of things, when the lobby doors opened and
Brad walked in.

Jennifer mentally cursed. What was he doing? Any hope she'd had that
he'd matured out of his irrational jealousy was shattered as anger passed
across Brad's face and he headed straight for her.

“So, who's this?” Brad demanded, eyes raking over Philip. “Why are you
at a hotel with him in the middle of the day?”

“Calm down,” Jennifer felt like she was going to throw up. “Brad, this
is Philip Haas. He's my boss.”

“Your boss?” Brad scoffed. “I thought you answered phones and shit.”

“Jennifer is my personal assistant,” Philip's voice was calmly polite,
but his deliberate use of her first name spoke volumes.

“Right,” Brad turned towards Jennifer, a smile on his face. “I bet I
know how you got that job. Am I right?” He wasn't shouting, but his voice was
definitely getting louder. “Did you earn it the way I taught you?”

“Brad,” Jennifer interrupted, horrified at what he might say next. “Why
are you here?”