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“Then I’m afraid I can’t help you. Are you sure you are in the
correct building? This is an architectural firm. That means—”
“I know what it means,” Shakara snapped. Refusing to allow
the woman to spoil her good nature, Shakara sighed, plastering on a
smile. “I’m here to see Mr. Parker.”
The receptionist shook her head. “I’m sorry. Mr. Parker is an
extremely busy man. You’ll have to come back another time when
you have an appointment.”
“I’d like an appointment now.”
The woman cast her eyes over Shakara’s outfit, disapproval
shining brightly. “That’s not possible. If by some chance you do have
legitimate business here, I can refer to you an associate.” Her face
lifted and the air of disdain vanished within an instant. “What exactly
can we do for you?”
Shakara pursed her lips, feeling a tinge of regret in entering
the building. Was there something wrong with what she wore? Her
dress was perfectly normal. Sure, there was a bit of skin, but nothing
that was too revealing. Her nerves began to take hold of her and she
stomped it down. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
“I’m friends with Julie Parker. Mr. Parker’s sister. It’s
important that I speak with him.” Why didn’t she say she was his
girlfriend? That would have been so much easier. But there it was, the
fear that by doing so she would jinx herself, ruin the luck she was
having. Also, what if Cade didn’t want anyone to know about them?
God, that didn’t bear contemplating. She wouldn’t believe that, not
for a second.
The receptionist relented, lifting the phone with her wrinkled
hands while issuing Shakara a look of blatant suspicion.
“Parker.” She could hear Cade’s thick voice through the line.
“Yes. Mr. Parker, there’s a woman—” She looked at Shakara.
“I’m sorry what did you say your name was?”
“James. Just tell him Ms. James.”
“Yes, Sir. There’s a Ms. James here to see you. She claims to
be a friend of your sister’s.” Shakara heard the question in the
woman’s tone.
“Send her in.” She heard him say followed by a sharp click.
The receptionist gawked at the phone shocked Cade hadn’t
ordered her sent away for being a liar.
“Mr. Parker will see you now.” She stood, leaning over the
desk and pointed. “Go straight through that door and make a right.
His office is the one on the left.”
“Thanks,” she muttered, pulling open the glass door.
Shakara raised her chin, aware of the eyes watching her. Did
they stare at all of Cade’s clients like this? She had a sinking feeling
they didn’t.
To the right. Last door on the left. She stood in front of the
door and gave it a single knock, then pushed on the handle. Her heart
flipped at the sight of Cade striding toward her. He clutched her to
him and lifted her off the ground.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were stopping by?” He dropped a
kiss on her lips.
“Where’s the fun in that? It’s called a surprise.”
H swatted her on the ass and carried her over to his chair.
“I like surprises,” Cade said, pulling her onto his lap.
“Especially when they’re wrapped in such a sweet little package.” His
fingers caressed the insides of her thighs.
She leaned into him. Her back rested against his chest and his
lips brushed warm kisses along her neck.
“I know you do. So, here I am.”
He chuckled low, nipping her earlobe. “Am I allowed to
unwrap my package?”
“Maybe. If you tell me what you’re going to with it.” Shakara
squirmed on the fingers stroking her folds.
“I could do a lot with you, and I think from the feel of your
cunt you’d be more than willing to let me.”
“Cade,” she whispered. Why did he have to be right?
“Shh,” He placed his hands behind her and she heard the
sound of a zipper’s undoing. Next, he lifted her dress, hiking it around
her waist.
“What if someone comes in?” Shakara raised her hips
allowing him easier access.
“No one would dare. I’m the boss. My office,” he groaned,
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