Building Our Love (Griffin Brothers #2) (2 page)

“No, you don’t seem
to be.”

Since there’s really
no proper answer to that, I just give him an awkward smile. He tells
me to move the chair in front of his desk around so that I can sit
next to him. We spend the rest of the day with me taking notes while
Kevin goes over each program that is used as well as the phone
system. We stop for a quick lunch, where he introduces me to some of
the other staff. They are all outwardly nice, but I sense some
hostility from the women. I have no doubt that they wanted this job
and are upset that I somehow got it.

By the end of the day,
I have some grasp of everything, although I’m a little freaked out
about working on my own. Ryan stops by to see how things went.

“Is she ready?” he
asks Kevin, completely ignoring me.

“To be alone? Um, no.
We normally train the new people for two weeks before leaving them
alone. Scott’s worked hard to make our systems easy, but there’s
still a lot to learn.”

“Well, too bad.
She’ll be alone starting tomorrow.”

“I don’t think—“

“I do.”

Kevin looks at me with
a concerned look on his face, and since I don’t want to get him in
trouble for defending me, I speak up. “I’ll do my best. You were
a great teacher, Kevin, and I have my notes.”

“Call me if you have
questions, Chloe. I mean it.’

“Thanks.”

“If you two are done
flirting, I’ll show you where you’re working Chloe.”

Flirting? Really? Kevin
is so obviously gay, it’s not even funny. Maybe I shouldn’t have
taken this job. I know I was desperate,and I was looking for a way to
get Ryan back, but I had hoped for a job with Gary or Scott. They’re
both angry with me because of what happened with Ryan, but at least
they’d treat me fairly. I made my choice, though, and now I have to
see it through. I wasn’t lying when I said that I didn’t want my
dad to have to pay my loans for me. I get up and thank Kevin again,
before turning to Ryan.

“I’m ready.”

He doesn’t reply,
just turns and starts to walk away. I follow him, struggling a little
to keep up in my heels. I’ve been referred to as an Amazon several
times in my life, but Ryan is several inches taller and wearing
comfortable shoes.

He stops at a large
workspace outside a door with his name on it. There’s a desk as
well as small file cabinets forming an L-shape. “This is your desk.
Familiarize yourself with it before you leave tonight. I expect you
to be ready to work in the morning. You’re not getting any special
treatment just because we used to know each other.”

Like he had to tell me
that. “Okay, boss.”

“Do you think this is
funny, Chloe?”

“No, Ryan, I really
don’t.”

“Good. Because this
job is usually in high demand and I just passed over people for you.
You know how I feel about people earning their jobs, so you should
understand that this is not normal for me. Don’t make me regret
giving you this chance.”

“Why did you?”

“Because my brother
was hurting, trying to decide whether he needed to be loyal to me or
John. I had the means to fix that and so I did. Make no mistake—I
don’t want you here.”

“That’s coming
through loud and clear.”

“Good.”

He goes into his office
and I use my notes to log in to the computer and sign in to the
phones. I do what I can to go through the programs. I don’t even
know if I have any other things I need to know other than what the
pool does. I’m guessing that with me being an assistant, and not
just a regular secretary, there’s more to do. I’m scared to knock
on the door and ask him, though. I’ll just have to figure it out
and hope to hell that I don’t screw it up.

* * *

Ryan

I can’t believe I
agreed to this. No, not agreed. I insisted on having Chloe work for
me. When Scott said that she could work for him, I wanted to punch
him. I don’t want her, but I was ready to fight my brother because
I didn’t want her with him. Not that she would be with him. He
loves Yasmin too much to even look at another woman. But maybe she
would have tried, and that would have been even worse than her
leaving me for Adam.

These past two weeks
have been torture, as well as a big fucking mess. Chloe pretty much
sucked at her job for the first week, although she’d been better
the past few days. She didn’t do anything to jeopardize the
business, but everything took her twice as long and she couldn’t
even remember how to log in without her notes. Thank God she’s
finally got the work down.

Now, if she could just
stop looking so hot. I still hate the woman, but I’m not blind.
She’s not dressing inappropriately or anything, but seeing her in
her work dresses and heels has me thinking thoughts I shouldn’t be
thinking. What have I done to try and combat those feelings? I’ve
acted like a complete ass, pointing out her every mistake, while
lacing my comments with enough innuendo to get her eyes blazing with
both anger and lust.

Just the way I like it.
I mean, used to like it. Oh, hell, I like it now. It’s totally hot
when she gets angry, but has to rein it in to keep her job. What the
fuck is wrong with me? If Ellen in H.R. knew what I was doing, she’d
send me back to sexual harassment class again. If she knew that I was
thinking of bending Chloe over my desk and fucking her until she
collapses, it’d be even worse. I need to get control of myself and
my damn cock.

I would say it’s a
problem with not getting laid, but I am. I hooked up with a different
woman every night last week. I met an especially talented one a few
nights ago and so I haven’t had to go out to the clubs. I’ve just
gone to her place every night. I don’t do that often and honestly,
she’s been getting a little clingy. Maybe that’s the problem. I
need to move on. I send her a quick text canceling for tonight and
telling her that while we had a great time, I’m moving on. I know
it’s a little harsh, but I did tell her up front that I wasn’t
looking for more.

Chloe knocks on my door
and I tell her to come in. She tells me she’s finished her work for
the day and she asks if I want her to do something else. She wants to
do something else? If my cock had its way, she would be on her knees
sucking it with that luscious mouth of hers. We may have waited to do
the act itself, but we had several years of oral fun with each other,
and my cock remembers them well. I remember them, too. God help me,
but despite her leaving me and now hearing that she slept around
afterward, I still want her. I don’t know how this will continue to
work.

“Ry. Are you going to
talk to me at all?” She pulls me out of my thoughts by using my
nickname. She has no right to that.

“Do not call me that.
We’ve shared too much for you to call me Mr. Griffin, but you will
not use my nickname. Do you understand?” I am barely holding on
through my rage. And lust. Damn, but I want this woman.

“Yes. Yes, I do. I
won’t do it again, Ryan.” She looks a little scared. Imagine what
she would think if she knew that I wanted her to give me a blow job
right now.

“So, you want some
extra work, huh? I would tell you what I really want you to do, but
that would be sexual harassment.”

Her eyes darken as she
takes in my words. “I wouldn’t ever turn you in for that.” She
walks over to my desk and starts typing something on my computer.
Before I can stop her, she is printing something, signing the paper,
and handing it to me. “Here.”

I read it, not quite believing what
I see.

This is to certify that any sexual relationship between Ryan
Griffin and Chloe Jamison is completely consensual and in no way
sexual harassment.

“Are you kidding with
this?” I ask her.

“No, I’m not. I
didn’t just come here for a job. I want you back, Ryan. I will do
almost anything to make that happen.”

“I can’t deny that
I want you, Chloe, but it would only be for sex. I won’t be in any
other kind of relationship with you again.”

“I can do that for
now.”

“No, Chloe. You don’t
seem to understand. It’s not just for now. I want nothing more than
sex. I won’t take you out. I will take other women out and have you
send them roses the next day. I’ll take my own pleasure and not
care whether you come or not. You can do that?” God, I’m an ass.
No, I’m not. She deserves it. I’ve never even thought about
saying things like this to a woman, but I have to protect myself.
This is the only way that I can think to do it.

“Y-yes. If that is
all that I can have, I can do it. But I need something.”

“No. This is my show,
Chloe.”

“Just one thing,
Ryan. I need it. Please.”

I can’t deny her,
even though I want to. “Okay, I’ll give you one thing.”

“I can only do this
if I’m the only one you have sex with. You can’t fuck the women
you take out. Only me. And no oral or anything else with them.”

I can’t let her know
that all the women I’ve been with were just substitutes for her. So
I continue to act like the biggest asshole on the planet. “Fine.
Now lock the door and get on your knees. I want that mouth of yours
to suck me like you used to. You can use some of the new tricks
you’ve learned, too.”

* * *

Chloe

I obviously don’t
have any new tricks, but he wouldn’t believe me even if I told him
that. I can’t tell him, though. The consequences would be too big.
And not just for me. I walk over and lock the door, and then unplug
the phone. I know someone is covering the phones while I’m being
“trained”, but I don’t want to take a chance.

I stand in front of
Ryan and start unbuckling his pants. I push them down along with his
boxers and see his beautiful cock pop free. It’s just as amazing as
I remember, and I involuntarily lick my lips. “That’s right,
sweetheart. Moisten those lips.”

I know that Ryan’s
being crude on purpose, but it’s turning me on whether he intends
it to or not. I sink to my knees and grasp him in my hands. He jerks
and sucks in a sharp breath. I stroke him and then lean forward to
run my tongue from base to tip. Ryan’s leaning back and holding
onto the desk, not touching me at all. I lick him a couple more times
and then take him into my mouth. He starts thrusting immediately.

“Yeah, Chloe, yeah.
You love that don’t you? You love sucking my cock. I remember how
you used to want me in your mouth, even when you were a sweet teenage
girl.”

I do. I love his cock,
and I’m getting worked up while I am working him. I start sucking
harder and massaging his balls as his thrusting becomes more frantic.
Ryan lets go of the desk to finally fist his hands in my hair as he
comes on a roar. His legs are shaking as I swallow all that he gives
me.

He pushes me back so he
can move out from around me. “That was good, Chloe. Really good.
Now, let’s talk about your real job.”

Good, only good? He has
to be kidding, right? No, he’s not kidding. He just wants to punish
me. Leaving me kneeling on the floor like a whore is his way of doing
that. I can take it, though. I love him so much my heart feels like
it will burst. I’ve loved him since I was 13. I’ve never stopped,
and I know I never will. I just have to prove that to him now.
Without being able to tell him my secret. That I left him to protect
not only my father, but him and his family too.

Ryan

Another two weeks have
gone by. Two weeks since Chloe printed off and signed that agreement.
She’s doing an amazing job now, both as my assistant and as my
lover. No, she’s not my lover. She gets on her knees every day and
sucks my cock. There’s no love involved. We haven’t kissed, and I
haven’t allowed myself to take her, even though I want to be inside
her badly. I dream of her every night. But I can’t do that yet.

I may tell myself that
there is no love involved, but that’s a lie. I love her just as
much as I always have. But I can’t let her know. I’m afraid that
if I give in to my needs and take her, she will figure it out. I
won’t be able to deny giving her pleasure. As it is, I have to use
all of the willpower I’ve got to stop myself from throwing her on
my desk and using my mouth after she sucks me off every day. I want
to lick and suck her to orgasm so bad. I used to love to watch her
come, and despite what I say, I want that again.

Not enough to show my
hand, though. I can’t let her know that I’m not immune to her.
That I do care. She said she wants me back, but she can’t have me.
Not again. I waited five years with her, and then after we gave each
other our virginity, she left me the next day. I’m not a fumbling
virgin anymore, and apparently, neither is she. But the emotions on
my part are still there. I need to show her that I meant it when I
said that this was only about sex. And I know how.

I pick up the phone in
my office. “Chloe, can you come in here please?”

She walks in and closes
and locks the door with a smile. “It’s not our usual time, but
I’m ready for you, Ryan.”

My cock, which was
already hard from thoughts of her, twitches, trying to get free on
its own. But that isn’t what I called her in here for. I need to
stick to the plan. “No, Chloe. We aren’t doing that today. I need
my assistant and not my whore.” I shouldn’t call her that, but I
can’t stop myself.

“Oh. Okay.” Tears
start to form in her eyes, so she turns away. I’m a fucking
asshole.I remind myself that she deserves it. “What did you need?”

“I need you to call
this girl and set up a date for tonight.” I scroll through my phone
contacts and rattle off a name and number. “Then I need you to book
us tickets to KA and get us a table at Emeril’s. Tell them I need
the most romantic table they have.”

“I’ll take care of
it now.” I know that she’s crying while her back is turned. I
want to run over and comfort her, tell her that she’s the only
woman I want. But I can’t do it. I can never do that. Andshe needs
to realize that. I’ll let her pleasure me with her mouth, but she
will not be my girlfriend again.