No More Layovers for a Love That Won't Land novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Mia wouldn’t hear it. She called security and had all the assistants escorted out, banning them from the building

Mission accomplished, she changed into her version of “office attire“-sheer black stockings and a pencil skirt that barely covered her ass when standing.

She knocked on Jasper’s door and, at his distracted “Come in,” slid into his office like liquid.

“Mr. Whitemore.” Her voice was pure bedroom, her eyes half–lidded.

But with his company going up in flames, Jasper wasn’t in the mood. He barely glanced up, frowning.

“What’s with the outfit? We’re drowning in problems. Can we focus for five minutes?”

Ignoring his tone completely, Mia straddled his lap, giving him a front–row view.

“Work will still be there after a quick break.”

She wound herself around him like a vine, pressing against him. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his willpower crumbled. He grabbed her, swept papers off his desk, and his hungry mouth found hers.

They didn’t come up for air until noon. Mia’s stockings were in tatters, her neck a constellation of hickeys, and Jasper’s shirt looked like it had gone through a blender. He checked his watch–how was it this late, and where was lunch? If Freya were here, she’d have food waiting without him even asking.

His expression hardened as he called the assistant desk.

“You can’t even handle lunch? Does everyone want to get fired today?”

“Mr. Whitemore, your girlfriend kicked us all out. We’ve talked it over, and we’re done. None of us have Freya’s superhuman ability to take endless abuse.”

Mia lounged in her chair, noticing his stunned expression.

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Chapter 12

“What’s the holdup? Weren’t you calling about lunch? I’m starving.”

Slowly, Jasper turned toward her, the adoration in his eyes replaced by something cold and unfamiliar.

Chapter 13