Getting Down to Business. Allison B. Hanson

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      “I think it’s best if you stay on your floor and I stay on mine. We can nod if we see each other, and leave it at that.”

      He didn’t want to leave it at that, but he agreed for now.

      “If that’s how you want to play it.”

      “Yes. I think it’s for the best.” They stepped in the crowded elevator and a few seconds later, they arrived on twenty-third floor. She stepped off, leaving him smashed between a woman with too much perfume and a guy with a coffee stain on his tie.

      “Have a nice day, Grayson.” She said his name in the same tone she’d used the night before. The tone that made his cock twitch. The door shut and she was gone.

      “Damn it,” he muttered, causing the people on the elevator to look at him.

      It was fine. He knew where she worked, where she went for coffee, what club she frequented, and where she lived.

      Fate was on his side. Not that he believed in such a thing.

      * * * *

      Alyssa couldn’t help but smile as she walked to her cubicle.

      “What’s all this?” Frederick asked while making a wide circle in the air in front of Alyssa’s body. “You look much too happy for a Thursday morning.”

      “Last night was ladies’ night.” Her smile grew wider.

      “And did the lady get everything she desired on her night?”

      “Oh yes.” And more. Three orgasms were more than she expected from a one-night stand.

      “I swear if I could give you my penis, we’d both be happier,” he said, making her laugh. “You’re such a guy when it comes to sex.”

      Freddie had no idea how right he was. She didn’t want any of the emotions that women normally linked to sex. It was her experience that even if a man talked about marriage, family, and love, what it really came down to was sex. It had been a painful lesson indeed.

      Now, her encounters were constant reminders that the only connection she was capable of having with a man was physical.

      “I made it in before you?” Mia walked up, her brows crunched together.

      “She got laid,” Freddie said, while pointing to Alyssa with his thumb.

      “I could still be getting laid if she hadn’t forced me to come in this morning,” Mia said with a fake snarl before flipping her straight black hair out of her eyes and walking off.

      “Glad you could be here. Have a great day!” Alyssa called after her with a laugh. She could still hear Mia grumbling the whole way to her cubicle. She was in too good of a mood to care.

      “This guy must have rocked your world.” Freddie rolled his eyes and headed to his desk across the aisle from Alyssa.

      Alyssa had to admit, the sex had been amazing. Gray had taken his time to make sure it was good for her. But how long could that last? She couldn’t give in to his two-night stand theory. It was best to let things go when they were good. Like knowing when to end a beloved sitcom before you make a mess of it.

      She nodded in agreement with her decision and got to work.

      Unfortunately, her job was not as gratifying as her evening with Grayson Hollinger III.

      With her business degree from Syracuse and her ambitious drive, she should have been working her own accounts by now, but she wasn’t. For the most part, she was doing data entry.

      But she would keep trying. Every time one of the family members got bored and left the company, it meant another chance for her to move up. Surely she would have her turn at some point. Until then, she would wait patiently.

      Her bright outlook lasted only twenty minutes longer. Her phone lit up with a text from Sasha.

      I don’t think this roommate thing is working out anymore.

      “Son of a bitch.”

      Chapter 2

      As the meeting moved into its second hour, Grayson wondered how much force it would take to thrust his pen into his skull to end the misery. It wasn’t as if he expected a room full of accountants to be exciting in any way, but there was only so much to talk about.

      Yes, two plus two still equals four. Yes, having a positive number on the bottom line is still a good thing. The world is still rotating. Back to work.

      He snickered at his imaginary meeting, and Doug raised a curious brow. Gray would explain later. If they ever got out of the meeting.

      It wouldn’t have been so bad, but he knew this meeting was the extent of his entertainment for the evening.

      After spending the night before with Alyssa Sinclair, he knew his Thursday was going to be lacking.

      While sitting at the conference table, zoning out, daydreaming about Liss in that skirt, and planning whether to order a pizza or Chinese for dinner, he realized his whole life was becoming pathetic. He could quite possibly be the only person from a suburb in Connecticut to be bored stiff with life in New York City.

      He needed to do something. Something… real. His thoughts shifted to the woman he’d been with the night before.

      He hadn’t expected to strike gold when Doug talked him in to going to ladies’ night. After all, Wednesday was probably the least sexy day of the week. Or maybe it was Tuesday.

      After his initial crash and burn when he asked to buy her a drink, they eventually found common ground—getting both of them to point B, as she called it.

      He laughed, causing Randy to look over at him before going back to the topic on hand. Grayson allowed himself to drift deeper into his memories.

      Maybe it was the way they’d connected, or the fact that he was in the world’s most boring meeting, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

      Every touch, every moan.

      He wanted to be with her again. Except Alyssa had been adamant about it being one night only. He’d have to find a way to change her mind.

      “You left with that hot blonde pretty quick last night,” Doug said as he sat across from Grayson’s desk after the meeting finally let out.

      “Wasn’t that the point?” After Jade’s announcement that things weren’t working, he planned to give the relationship the normal six-month mourning period. But Doug convinced him to go out and “get back in the saddle” despite Doug’s track record with romance.

      “I didn’t have any luck.” Doug shrugged it off.

      “What’s the matter? Weren’t they desperate enough for you?” Gray said with a chuckle.

      Doug was a thirty-five year-old divorced father of a little girl he rarely got to see. Every time Grayson had to listen to Doug’s stories about the cost СКАЧАТЬ