Trinity (The Executive's Affair) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Elizabeth Nelson
in the elevator earlier. God, she'd been so hot. His dick twitched. Great! Now on top of being bored he was horny too. Fucking perfect!
Laszlo put his beer in the sink and snatched his cell phone from the counter. He scrolled through his contact list until he found Trinity's number, but hesitated calling her. It was almost midnight. Chances were good that she was sleeping. He huffed and put his phone down. It sucked not getting what he wanted. It was a foreign concept to him and he decided rather quickly that he didn't like it one bit. Well, at least he'd convinced her to go to the charity ball with him. He had every intention of bringing her back here after and making love to her all damn night. Christ, his dick was so fucking hard. He reached into his boxer shorts and touched himself. Closing his eyes, he pictured Trinity and how she'd looked with her lips wrapped around his cock. "Oh, god," he groaned and stroked himself faster until he came. It relieved some of the frustration but he was still horny as fuck. He looked around and couldn't stop the laugh that escaped from him. So, this is what he's been reduced to—jerking off in his kitchen because he can't have the woman he wants. To hell with that! Things were going to change and soon.
***
Laszlo arrived at the office the next morning to find Trinity in his office waiting for him. The day was off to a good start , he thought. "Ms. Collins," he said with a nod and a smile as he closed the door and went to sit behind his desk. "Is there something I can do for you?" There were a lot of things he wanted to do to her and he hoped to hell that she was about to suggest a few of them. She folded her hands in her lap and looked at him pointedly. She had that look in her eyes again—the same look she'd given him when she told him they couldn't be together. He tried to prepare himself for whatever it was she was about to say.
"I gave HR my two weeks' notice and I just wanted to tell you personally."
He hadn't expected that. His jaw dropped and he felt both fear and anger seep into his pores. She was quitting? Over his dead body! Although, if she wasn't an official employee he could pursue her more freely—then again, if she wasn't working here, he'd have no way of knowing where she was. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat. "Why? Are you unhappy with your job here? Your salary?"
"No, the job and money is fine. It's just time for me to move on and pursue other things."
"Such as?"
Trinity shifted in her seat. "Well, I was considering moving back home and working in the family business for a while."
It took a lot of self-control for him not to jump across the desk and shake some sense into her. There was no way this was happening. She was quitting and moving? He dragged his hand through his hair and blew out an agitated breath. Overreacting wouldn't do him any good. He had to stay calm. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"
She stood. "No. My mind is made up."
Laszlo was out of his chair and blocking the door before she could read it. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Please don't do this, Trinity." There was a desperation in his voice that sounded strange to him. He'd never had to beg before. Hell, he shouldn't have to beg now.
"Do what? I'm quitting my job, Laszlo. People do it all the time."
He licked his lips. "Okay, fine, you want to quit, then quit. I can't stop you. But please, at least have the decency to tell me the truth. Why are you really leaving?" She chewed on her bottom lip and looked away from him. He turned her face back to him. "Trinity?"
"It's because of you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" she snapped.
"Me?" He dropped his hands from her shoulders and shook his head. That made no sense. "What have I done? You asked me to back off and I did."
"I know and thank you for that, but it's hard to work here every day and not…"
"Not what?"
"Nothing. Never mind. I'll still go to the charity ball with you tomorrow
Laszlo put his beer in the sink and snatched his cell phone from the counter. He scrolled through his contact list until he found Trinity's number, but hesitated calling her. It was almost midnight. Chances were good that she was sleeping. He huffed and put his phone down. It sucked not getting what he wanted. It was a foreign concept to him and he decided rather quickly that he didn't like it one bit. Well, at least he'd convinced her to go to the charity ball with him. He had every intention of bringing her back here after and making love to her all damn night. Christ, his dick was so fucking hard. He reached into his boxer shorts and touched himself. Closing his eyes, he pictured Trinity and how she'd looked with her lips wrapped around his cock. "Oh, god," he groaned and stroked himself faster until he came. It relieved some of the frustration but he was still horny as fuck. He looked around and couldn't stop the laugh that escaped from him. So, this is what he's been reduced to—jerking off in his kitchen because he can't have the woman he wants. To hell with that! Things were going to change and soon.
***
Laszlo arrived at the office the next morning to find Trinity in his office waiting for him. The day was off to a good start , he thought. "Ms. Collins," he said with a nod and a smile as he closed the door and went to sit behind his desk. "Is there something I can do for you?" There were a lot of things he wanted to do to her and he hoped to hell that she was about to suggest a few of them. She folded her hands in her lap and looked at him pointedly. She had that look in her eyes again—the same look she'd given him when she told him they couldn't be together. He tried to prepare himself for whatever it was she was about to say.
"I gave HR my two weeks' notice and I just wanted to tell you personally."
He hadn't expected that. His jaw dropped and he felt both fear and anger seep into his pores. She was quitting? Over his dead body! Although, if she wasn't an official employee he could pursue her more freely—then again, if she wasn't working here, he'd have no way of knowing where she was. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat. "Why? Are you unhappy with your job here? Your salary?"
"No, the job and money is fine. It's just time for me to move on and pursue other things."
"Such as?"
Trinity shifted in her seat. "Well, I was considering moving back home and working in the family business for a while."
It took a lot of self-control for him not to jump across the desk and shake some sense into her. There was no way this was happening. She was quitting and moving? He dragged his hand through his hair and blew out an agitated breath. Overreacting wouldn't do him any good. He had to stay calm. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"
She stood. "No. My mind is made up."
Laszlo was out of his chair and blocking the door before she could read it. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Please don't do this, Trinity." There was a desperation in his voice that sounded strange to him. He'd never had to beg before. Hell, he shouldn't have to beg now.
"Do what? I'm quitting my job, Laszlo. People do it all the time."
He licked his lips. "Okay, fine, you want to quit, then quit. I can't stop you. But please, at least have the decency to tell me the truth. Why are you really leaving?" She chewed on her bottom lip and looked away from him. He turned her face back to him. "Trinity?"
"It's because of you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" she snapped.
"Me?" He dropped his hands from her shoulders and shook his head. That made no sense. "What have I done? You asked me to back off and I did."
"I know and thank you for that, but it's hard to work here every day and not…"
"Not what?"
"Nothing. Never mind. I'll still go to the charity ball with you tomorrow
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