One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

Mackenzie walked inside her new office, and was stunned at how beautiful it looked. It was large, by her standards, but compared to most of the offices she had seen here in the Axford Furniture Company, she realized it was more on the medium side.

There is a couch next to the wall, which looked very comfortable to sit on, and even sleep in.

Not that she planned to sleep during work, or spend all-nighters in the office. There’s a door that led off into the restroom.

She moved to her desk to look over the stack of sketch pads where she can do her designs, since she preferred to do them manually than digitally.

Her eyes spot some pink flowers that looked incredibly familiar. Pink Camilla flowers. The beautiful petals were blooming in their vase, under the sunlight streaming in from the window. She narrowed her eyes, as it suddenly clicked.

The flowers, always being wherever she went.

Her home in North Dakota. Her apartment in Greensville. Now, her office. She could not understand how she never realized this before… that it was Chase who had been sending them all along. He was the one who had the resources to know her every location, and regularly send things there without revealing his own identity.

It was him.

She let out a small huff of disbelief, crossing her arms. But then she remembered she still had her first task of today, which was to have a meeting with the head of the factory workers to go over the next designs that would go into production.

It still amazed her how much power and control she had been given over the factory production. She was well aware, that in another company, she would not be given this much importance and would not have much of a say.

Especially as a new employee.

The old people in charge would want to impose their power over her. But not here. Chase would definitely not allow that.

She grabbed her handbag, and a sketch pad, because she also intended to get the theme for the designs from the head of factory workers. As she moved around, gathering her things, there’s a knock on the door.

She moves to open the door, to see Chase looming in the doorway. Her pulse quickened at the sight of him, like it always does. He was in one of those dress shirts of his that looked like raw seduction, hinting at every inch of male goodness that laid beneath the fabric.

She had been so anxious in his office , earlier, because of West, that she had not really been able to feel anything else.

But now… with those sea blue eyes staring down at her… she felt fear creep up the sides of her neck.

Chase finally spoke, “There is one of your terms I can not keep to, Mackenzie.”

She frowned slightly, then asked, “Which one?”

He arched an eyebrow, “Will you not let me in?”

“Oh.” She gasped, then immediately stepped backwards, holding the door open wider. “Come in.”

He stepped into the office, which is immediately dwarfed by his presence. He glanced around, before resting his gaze back on her. There’s something about his tone as he asked her,

“How do you like your office? Do you have any complaints?”

She nodded, returning his gaze. “I think my office is too close to yours, Chase. You can literally see me all the way from your office.”

The small smile that appeared on his face made her heart stutter. His eyes glinted as he answered, “That’s the point. I want my eyes on you all the time.”

She tried not to show how much his words affected her. So she cleared her throat and broke eye contact for a moment. She tucked a wispy curls behind her ear.

“Secondly, I think this office is a little too much for me.” She gave an awkward huff. “I looks even better than your secretary’s. It makes me feel some type of way.”

Chase tilted his head slightly. “Don’t put yourself down. You deserve a great office, even if it seems better than that of the people you met here. And besides, everyone’s job here is important. So, is there something you like at least?”

Mackenzie sighed, then glanced at the window.

“I like the fact that sunlight comes in that window.” Her eyes fell on the pink Camilla flowers, and she slowly turned back to look at him. She was slightly caught off guard when she saw that the look in his eyes had darkened to a more intense one.

“You are the sender of the pink Camilla flowers, aren’t you, Chase?” She asked softly.

He took a step closer till she had to tilt her face up to meet his eyes. His voice was low when he answered, “I thought you might have figured that out already.”

Mackenzie had no idea why his close proximity made her voice grow so timid. But she tried her best to hold his intense, seductive gaze.

“Unfortunately, I did not figure it out. Can you please stop sending them?”

“Now that my cover is blown, I might just have to send them directly.” His tone was teasing, until he grew serious again. “The term I will not be able to keep to, is you going home, and coming to work by yourself. Alone. My driver will pick you up from home, and I’ll drive you back.”

“What?” Mackenzie muttered, stepping back a little. “But why? You already agreed.”

“Yes. And I’m sorry I have to break that agreement now. This arrangement won’t last forever, but for now, until I say otherwise, I’ll drive you home. If for some reason, I can’t, then a driver or security guard will.”

Mackenzie stared at him in disbelief and confusion.

Chase suddenly asked, “Have you checked your phone in the past hour?”

“No?”

“Good. Please refrain from checking it for now.” He said.

Mackenzie instantly became suspicious. She glanced back at her bag in her desk, in which her phone was. She moved towards her desk, reaching for her bag and asking,

“Why are you telling me not to check my phone? Did something happen-”

Chase moved fast, blocking her way as she reached for the bag. Instead she walked right into him, and her hand fell against his chest. They both paused. The feeling of being pressed against his warm, solid and firm body knocked all of her thoughts from her mind.

She could only stare up at him breathlessly, with all the sizzling tension she had tried to clamp down bursting forth within her body. Her skin, her body, her mind were filled with red hot heat from the contact. Her palm could feel his warmth under his shirt, and it pulled her in.

Coaxed her into leaning in, and getting more, more of that feeling.

Her feminine hormones were so close to combusting from the raw testosterone oozing from him. Her lips parted in sudden need and hunger.

Chase’s eyes fell on her pink lips parted in invitation, and he nearly lost it right there. He was already leaning in to fucking devour that mouth when her phone buzzed inside her bag, and Mackenzie snapped out of the spell she had fallen under. She stepped back away from him, blinking rapidly and trying to control the blush that was beginning to grow on her face.

He straightened back up, but did not move an inch away. His gaze did not move off her either.

Mackenzie struggled to get her thoughts back together. They were talking about her not checking her phone. He had also mentioned that he would be taking her home everyday. Her heart thundered just thinking about it.

She couldn’t let him run into her kids. He had already seen them once, and she had barely escaped that conversation. She did not want a second incident. Her kids would be returning home around the same time as she. After preschool, Calista would go for her piano lesson.

Cameron would go for rudimentary baseball training. By the time the twins were done with their extra activities, their nanny would bring them home. If Chase was there… that would be a disaster.

“Well, now that I think about it… I might not be able to finish all of my work by four pm. I might go home later, so, I should not bother you.”

“Anytime you want to head home, Mackenzie, I’ll take you.” Chase said, not even one bit deterred like she hoped.

What was she expecting? This was a man that consistently sent her flowers for years, when she was not even in the same city as him. A man that found her the moment I got back into Greensville and set her up into a contract so he would be around her all the time.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Of course, deterring him from anything that concerns her would be close to impossible.