Page 7 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

All good questions in my mind, but not at work.Not when she’s my PA and not when she’s Emily’s fucking best friend.

Emily, who is marrying one of my best buddies.

To make matters worse, Lexi seems to thrive on the situation.Flirting by sitting on the edge of my desk, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt, licking her lips.

Then, jumping up, and catching herself.

I’m not sure if she was trying to make me suffer or waiting for me to snap and fuck her on my desk.

Turns out she won.

During the past three weeks, almost every man in the building has flirted with her.She loves it.

It’s not like I’m some sixty-something gray-haired old dude without choice.I could date almost any woman I want.

When I say date...I mean for a few hours.

With my success, bank balance and the results of a committed gym workout since high school, I’m not strapped for choice.

So why on earth has this young woman from London got under my skin and latched onto my brain cells like one of those alien viruses?

She’s different from anyone I’ve ever met.

Wild, cheeky, and doesn’t seem to care what people think about her.

God, that’s sexy as fuck.

It’s probably why the men who work for me find the stupidest reasons to come up to the executive floor and speak to her.I’ve never seen so many of them.

And frankly, I’m embarrassed for them.

“Hey, Lexi.You look extra hot today,” Raoul said one day, and I rolled my eyes from my office.

“Thanks, R.What’s happening?”

R?

“Oh, you know.I’m just looking for Amy.Have you seen her?”

Amy, who works on level twenty-five.Fifteen floors away.

“Nope.Never see her up here.”

I smirked as I tapped at my keyboard.

“I’ll keep looking.So, while I’m here...”

Nope.

Fuck that.

I pushed away from my desk and strode across the floor.

“I need you in my office,” I said from the doorway, my hands on my hips, as Raoul wrote down his phone number.

Lexi blinked.“Right now?”

“Yes.”