Amy's POV

Confused. That's the way I was feeling while I was heading to my office after what happened in the elevator with her. Numb was another word to describe my state of mind and definitely scared as shit was another one. Being alone with her in that tiny steel prison—her smell, her sounds, her skin—made my self-control evaporate. I was unraveling. This woman had a hold on me unlike anything I'd ever experienced. She made me feel things, things I haven't felt in quite some time.

I was going to yell at her, even fired her for almost expose me in front of the evil stepsister from hell, instead I ended up being eating by her on the elevator in the middle of the day. Jesus, I fucking ordered her to do it. Good job at keeping things professional Amy, you really are a freaking genius. Things were going from messy to even messier.

Finally in the relative safety of my office, I collapsed on the leather sofa. I'd known from the minute she reminded me of the morning's meeting that there was no way in hell I could form one coherent thought, let alone give an entire presentation in that fucking conference room. And forget sitting at that table. Walking in there to find her, staring at that table, deep in thought, was enough to made me wet again. That angered me, what was it with her that she had that kind of effect on me, it was frustrating as hell. My actions have been always ruled by reason and logic, but lately it seems like both are on vacation and my vagina took charge in their absence.

I told her that the meeting was in another floor and of course she freaked out on me. Why did she always have to antagonize me? I made a point of reminding her of who was in charge. She let it go, but not before making a snarky comment about "Not making right decisions in that conference room anyway" or something along the lines. She was most definitely right about that.

A knock at my door brought me back to reality. "Come in" I said hoping that it wasn't Miss Ashcroft at the other side of my door. I needed a break from her, to stop thinking about her for a damn minute but it seemed impossible. Memories about what happened with her earlier were still bothering me. How she almost fucked me over with Lauren, her puppy eyes when she apologized after I yelled at her and the way her lips tasted my cunt, with such hunger that drove me crazy with need. God, enough Amy, you fucking need to control yourself.

"Amy" my dad said, walking briskly into my office. "Great job in there. Lauren and I just spoke with Dorothy and Troy and they were very…" He stopped and stared at me for a moment.

"Amy, dear, are you okay? He asked worriedly.

"Of course I'm okay" I replied a little bit nervous. Did he notice something? God, I hope not.

"You seem a little bit…" Dad said, walking to me and putting his hand on my forehead. "Hot"

"I'm fine Dad, is nothing to worry about" I assured him sweetly. He looked at me unconvinced but for my luck he didn't push any further on the subject.

"Ok… if you say so" he replied skeptical. "By the way I gave Karma the day off, I hope you don't mind" he said dismissively. That caught my attention immediately.

"Why? I was expecting to finish Harvey today Dad" I said annoyed. He glared at me disapprovingly.

"She seemed a little bit off herself, so I told her to go home" he explained patiently.

"Oh poor Miss Ashcroft, I sure hope she's okay" I said feigning concern. I was a little bit worried but he didn't need to know that.

"You should cut that girl some slack Amy" he said reproachfully. "You're lucky to have her, you know"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "If her personality were as appealing as her PowerPoint skills, we wouldn't have a problem."

He cut me off with a glare. "Your mother called and told me to remind you about dinner tonight at her house. Theo and Lauren are going too"

"Yay. How fun" I replied, obvious sarcasm in my voice.

"Amy…" he said, more like pleaded. "She's trying, give her a chance"

"She didn't give me one, why should I?" I asked coldly. I avoided my father's eyes. I didn't want him to know how much still hurt. He could always see right through me with just one look to my eyes.

"Because you're better than her" he answered and smiled sweetly at me. That smile had always won me over and the bastard knows it.

"Fine, I'll be there" I said surrendered.

He made his way over to the door, stopping to look back at me. "Don't be late."

"I won't. Christ!" He knew as well as anyone that I don't show up late for anything, even something as simple as a family dinner.

As hard as I tried, I couldn't focus on a damn thing all day. Even after a vigorous lunchtime run, I still couldn't get my mind past the morning's events. By three, I knew I had to get out of there. I reached the elevator and groaned slightly, opting for the stairs and then realizing that was an even worse mistake. I sprinted down eighteen flights.

Pulling up to my mother's house later that evening, I felt all the tension from the day increase even more. Being in this house again brought me good and bad memories, mostly bad ones. My relationship with my mother was never ideal, I was always trying to get her approval but her standards were almost impossible high to reach, and when she found out that her little princess was in fact a lesbian, I knew I was done. I stopped trying to be someone she wanted me to be and started to be the person I really was. Of course she didn't like that, living in her house became unbearable so I left, and not long after that my Dad too. He couldn't forgive my mother for the way she treated me.

A few years passed and she reached out to me, asked for my forgiveness, she wanted a fresh start. She told me she remarried and wanted me to meet her new family, Bruce and Lauren. And I did. They were the perfect southern family my mom always wanted to have. It was really disgusting to watch. She wanted me to feel included but that never happened. I was an outsider.

"Amy, you came" my mom sang as I stepped to the room, her eyes glistening with hope. She's been inviting me to dinner ever since we started talking again. I don't come often. I haven't yet completely forgiven her. She knows that, so she tries to maintain a friendly distance from me.

"Where are Lauren and Theo?" I asked her, looking out towards the living room.

"They're not here yet" answered Bruce as he walked in. Lauren was bad enough, but you throw in her husband and daughter in the mix and they were lucky to even make it out of the house at all. I walked to the bar outside and made myself a dry martini. Alcohol would definitely help me release the tension I was holding.

Twenty minutes later, the sounds of chaos came from the foyer, and I stepped in to meet them. A small, unstable body with a toothy grin hurled itself at my knees. "Amy!" the little girl squealed. It was Sophia, Lauren's daughter. She was the sweetest kid I'd ever know and the exact opposite of her mother. Thank god for that.

I snatched Sofia up and smothered her cheeks with kisses.

"God, you're pathetic," Lauren groaned as she walked past me.

"Shut up"

Sofia was the first grandchild and the princess of the family. Tonight she preferred to sit on my lap during dinner and I tried to eat around her, doing my best to avoid her "help." She definitely had me completely wrapped around her finger.

"Amy, I've been meaning to ask you something," Lauren began, handing me the bottle of wine. I served myself a glass and started to drink. "Is Karma single?"

I almost spit my wine in response. I wasn't expecting that question. Maybe she knows something is up between us. Damn it

"I don't know, I don't usually speak with my employees about their love life" I replied professionally.

She rolled her eyes at me in annoyance. "Would you ask her for me? I have someone who is dying to meet her" she said smirking at me. Ok she definitely knows something or at least she suspects it.

My fork froze in midair as those words sank in. Lauren wanted to set her up with someone? I felt something constrict in my chest, but I wasn't sure what it was. If I had to put a name on it, I'd call it . . . anger?

Why would I be angry that Lauren wanted to set her up? Probably because you're sleeping with her, genius. Well more like fucking her. Or fucked her. "Fucking her" implies I going to continue doing her and that is not going to happen ever again. Yeah sure, you keep telling yourself that.

I pressed my hands to my face. "Fine. I'll talk to her. But don't get your hopes up. She's about as charm-free as they come, so that's a hard deal to close."

"You know, you're probably the only person that doesn't get along with her in the office" said Lauren eyeing me suspiciously. "Why is that?

"I don't like her, that's all" I replied dismissively. Lauren's face told me she wasn't buying it but she didn't push any further on the topic.

The rest of the night consisted of more talk about how I needed to try and be nicer to Miss Ashcroft ,how much she would like this mystery men Lauren wanted her to meet and of course that I should convince her to come to dinner next week to meet this amazing men.

The thought of her meeting this person made me sick to my stomach but I left with the promise I would do my best to convince her to come, although to be honest I didn't even know when I would see her in the next few days. I had meetings and appointments all over the city, and I doubted that in those brief moments I was actually in the office I would have much good to say.

Glaring out the window as we crawled down South Michigan Avenue the next afternoon, I wondered if my day would ever improve. I hated sitting in traffic. The office was only a few blocks away, and I was seriously considering just having the driver take the car back and getting out and walking. It was already after four, and we'd managed to travel only three blocks in twenty minutes. Perfect. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on the seat and recalled the meeting I had just left.

Nothing in particular had gone wrong; in fact, quite the opposite. The clients had been thrilled with our proposals, and everything had gone off without a hitch. I just couldn't shake my horrible mood.

Lauren had made a point of telling me every fifteen minutes of the last three hours that I was behaving like a moody teenager, and by the time the contracts were signed, I wanted to beat the shit out of her. Every chance she got she asked what the hell my problem was, and frankly, I couldn't say I blamed her. Even I had to admit I'd been a bitch the last couple of days. And for me, that was saying something. Of course Lauren declared as he left to head home that my problem was I needed to get laid.

If she only knew

It had been one day. Just one day since the event in the elevator left me mind-blown and with an itching desire to touch every inch of her skin. I haven't touched her in two fucking days and that was making me behave like a freaking lunatic.

The car stopped again and I thought I would scream. My driver lowered the separator between the front and back seats, tossing me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Miss Raudenfeld. I'm sure you're going crazy back there. We're only four blocks away; would you rather walk?" Glancing out the tinted windows, I noticed we'd stopped right across the street from La Perla. "I can pull over just-"

I was out of the car before he had a chance to finish his sentence.

I stepped into the store and stopped in front of a long table covered with frilly lingerie. The floors were a warm honey wood, the ceilings littered with long cylindrical light fixtures, clustered into groups throughout the large room. The dim lighting cast the entire space in a soft intimate glow, illuminating the tables and racks of expensive lingerie. Something about the delicate lace and satin brought on that all-too-familiar desire for her.

Running my fingers along a table set near the front of the store, I became aware that I had already garnered the attention of the sales staff. A tall blonde walked toward me.

"Welcome to La Perla," she said, looking me up and down like a lion eyeing a steak. "Is there something I can help you find today? Maybe something for you? Or your girlfriend perhaps?" she added, a hint of flirtation in her voice.

"No, thank you," I answered sweetly. "I'm just looking."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know," she said with a wink, before turning and making her way back to the sales counter. A beautiful woman just flirted with me and it didn't even occur to me ask for her number or flirt back. Seriously, what the hell was going on with me?

I was just about to turn and leave when something caught my eye. I let my fingers run across the black lace garter belt hanging on a rack. It made me remember about a meeting we had our first month working together. She had crossed her legs beneath the table and shifted in just the right way that her skirt rode up, revealing the delicate white strap attached to her stockings. It was the first time I'd seen evidence of her penchant for lingerie, but it wasn't the first time I had spend the lunch hour daydreaming about her.

"See something you like?"

I turned, startled to hear a familiar voice behind me.

Shit.

Miss Ashcroft.

But I'd never really seen her like this before. She looked stylish as always, but completely casual. She was wearing dark fitted jeans and a red tank top. Her hair was in a sexy ponytail, and without makeup or the glasses she sometimes wore around the office, she didn't look much older than twenty.

"What are you doing here Miss Raudenfeld?" She asked sweetly, her fake smile slipping from her face.

"How is that any of your business?"I asked rhetorically

"Just curious. Are you buying something to replace the panties I tore apart a couples of days ago or just doing a little stalking?" she asked, a mischievously smile on her face.

"Stalking? Don't flatter yourself so much Miss Ashcroft" I said with a condescending voice. "And I can ask you the same to you"

"Just doing some shopping" she replied. "Stalking is not my thing"

"Shopping, huh? Aren't you supposed to be in the office working, Miss Ashcroft?" I reproached.

She rolled her eyes. "I've been working for you for almost a year, so you'd think you'd remember that I check in with my advisor every other week. Maybe you should put an ankle bracelet on me, you know, to improve your stalking techniques? Though, hey, you managed to find me here without one."

I glared at her, struggling to find something to say. "You're always so fucking pissy with me."

"I guess you just bring out the best in me," she said loudly enough for everyone to hear it. She was leaning forward, her chest nearly touching mine. The tension between us was palpable. Looking around, I noticed we were drawing attention from the other people in the store.

Look," I said, trying to compose myself. "How about you calm down, lower your voice and we talk like normal people in some other place." I knew I had to get out of here soon, before something happened. For some sick reason, fighting with this woman always ended with her panties in my pocket.

"Come with me," she said, and grabbed hold of my arm, dragging me to the back of the store. She pulled me around a corner and into a dressing room. She had obviously been here awhile; there were piles of lingerie on the chairs and hangers full of unidentifiable scraps of lace.

Closing the large mirrored door opposite a silk-covered chaise, she stood with her eyes locked on mine. "You really expect me to believe that you didn't follow me here?"

"Did you take your meds today Miss Ashcroft? You really need them honey, your paranoia is getting worse" I said faking concern.

"You know, it's a good thing you've got those magic fingers to make up for that mouth of yours."

I found myself leaning forward, whispering, "I'm pretty sure you'd be thrilled with my mouth too."

Suddenly everything felt too intense, too loud, and too vivid. Her chest was heaving, and her gaze shifted to my mouth as she bit her bottom lip. She wanted me and I wanted her. She grabbed me by the neck roughly and pulled me to her. I opened my mouth, feeling her soft tongue press forward.

I couldn't pull back now, and slid one hand to her jaw and the other up to her hair. I removed the clip holding her ponytail and soft waves fell around my hand.

I fisted the mass tightly, jerking her head to better accommodate my mouth. I needed more. I needed all of her. She moaned and I pulled it tighter. "You like that."

"God, yes."

At that moment, hearing those words, I didn't care about anything else: where we were, who we were, or how we felt about each other. Never in my life had I felt such raw chemistry with anyone. When we were together like this, nothing else mattered.

My hands ran down her sides and I gripped the hem of her shirt, bringing it up and over her head, breaking our kiss for only a second. Not to be left behind, she pushed my jacket from my shoulders and it dropped to the floor.

My thumbs ran circles across her skin as I moved my hands to the waist of her jeans. Quickly undone, they fell to the floor, and she kicked them off along with her sandals. I kissed down her neck and shoulders.

"Damn, you're so beautiful" I growled. Looking up I could see her perfect body reflected back at me in the full-length mirror. I had fantasized about her undressed more times than I could probably admit, but reality, in daylight, was better. So much better. She was wearing sheer black panties that only covered half her ass, and a matching bra, her silky hair spilling down across her back. The muscles in her long, toned legs flexed as she pushed up on her toes to reach my neck.

A thrill shot through me as my hands moved around her ribs to the clasp of her bra. Her breasts pressed against me as if urging me on, and I kissed along her neck as my fingers quickly unhooked her bra and I slipped the straps from her shoulders. I pulled back slightly to allow the garment to fall and for the first time took in the full view of her breasts completely bared to me. Fucking perfect. In my fantasies I'd done everything to them: touched them, kissed them, sucked them, but nothing compared to the reality of just staring at them.

Nothing but her tiny panties separated us. I buried my face in her chest and her hands ran through my hair, pulling me closer.

"You want to taste me?" she whispered, staring down at me. She pulled my hair hard enough to yank my head away from her skin.

I had no smart-ass remark, nothing biting to get her to stop talking. I did want to taste her skin. I wanted it more than I think I'd ever wanted anything. "God, Yes"

"Ask nicely, then."

"Fuck asking nicely. Let me go."

She whimpered, leaning forward to let me suck a perfect nipple into my mouth, causing her to pull harder on my hair. Damn that felt good.

Sliding my hands down her sides, I let my fingers run along the waist of her underwear. A shiver went through her, and I closed my eyes tightly as I bound the material in my hand, willing myself to stop.

"Go ahead and rip them. . . you know you want to," she murmured into my ear and then bit down hard. A half-second later, her panties were nothing but a mess of lace in the corner of the room.

I could smell her excitation in the air, I was anxious to taste her juices and my ears were aching to hear her scream my name while I fucked her with my mouth. So I went down on her. I explored every single part of her with my tongue. I bit, licked and tasted her like I was in the desert and she was my own personal oasis. I took my time just like she did with me not long ago. Sweet revenge.

I was aware of the sounds of voices all around us as people entered and left the other dressing rooms. The thought that we could get caught at any moment only made this even hotter.

"Look at the mirror, Amy" she demanded, her voice hoarse. It was the first time I'd ever hear her say my name and I must admit, I loved hearing it, especially with that voice, so raspy and domineering. I turned my gaze to the mirror like she ordered and Holy Shit, the image reflected on it almost made me come in my panties.

She was gloriously naked; her body rosy and glistening with sweat, her hair a wild sexy mess and her eyes the darkest hazel. She was fucking beautiful and all just for me. God how lucky I was. I on the other hand, was still fully dressed, my cheeks flushed and my eyes were greener than ever. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

"I want you to watch. I want you to remember how much you enjoyed eating my pussy" she growled at me. "And tomorrow when you're in your office all alone I want you to think about this every freaking time you close your eyes"

Oh God, Ok I pretty sure I just came in my pants. And I will think about this a lot she doesn't have to tell me twice, and not just tomorrow, probably later tonight and for the rest of my freaking life. Now more than ever I wanted to make her come. I was a woman with a mission. After a few minutes of sweetly torturing her clit with my tongue she came hard on my mouth and I savored every last drop of her. She was more delicious than I ever imagined. She'll be the death of me, I was sure of that but didn't care. I had turned into a junkie, living for my next fix. My almost perfectly constructed life was crashing around me and all I cared about at the moment was her.

We both dressed in silence; the fitting room area suddenly seemed too quiet and too small, and I was overly aware of each breath she took. I picked up the torn panties from the floor, depositing them in my pocket. I went to grab the door handle and stopped. Reaching out, I ran my hands slowly along the lacy fabric hanging from one of the hooks on the wall.

I met her eyes and said, "Get the garter belt too." And without looking back, I walked out of the dressing room.