Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [91]
Ben strode into National West Bank. He tipped his hat to the teller and made tracks straight for Ainsley’s office—only to get intercepted by Jenny.
“Ben McKay. Fancy seeing you here again. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yes. I need to speak with Miz Hamilton.”
Jenny sauntered to her desk and tapped her fingers on a large day planner. “She’s a busy woman. She’s on a conference call right now. She’s scheduled a meeting after lunch, followed by a staff meeting, so if you could come back tomorrow—”
“Nah. I’ll wait until she’s off the phone since we’re having lunch today.”
Jenny squinted at him skeptically. “It’s not on her calendar.”
“Huh. I swore we set the lunch date when she was at my brother Chase’s event. Guess I’ll hang out until her call is done to make sure we didn’t get our wires crossed.” He leaned against pillar so he could watch Ainsley in action. Something about seeing that smart, sexy woman in her element got his juices going.
“We have a sitting area—”
“I’m good. I’m sure she won’t be long.”
Jenny harrumphed at his dismissal.
He waited for that moment when Ainsley realized he was there.
Bingo. There it was. Her spine straightened and she swiveled in his direction. Their eyes met though the glass and Ben felt that hard punch of lust. Which increased tenfold when she offered him a sexy smirk and ended her phone call.
The woman had a pull on him like he’d never experienced. He was just as fascinated with who she was out of the sub role, as he was when she trusted him with full control.
Ben about choked on his tongue when Ainsley sashayed out of her office, wearing a form-fitting black pinstriped skirt and a matching suit jacket that skimmed her hips. The lacy red camisole peeking above the jacket’s lapels kept the outfit from looking too mannish—as if that were possible with her abundance of curves. When he noticed the red stilettos, his mind zipped to the fantasy of the sharp points of those heels digging into his ass as he fucked her on her desk. Or holding onto them as he fucked her over the desk.
She raised an eyebrow as if reading his wicked thoughts. “Ben McKay. What brings you to town?”
“He claims you have a lunch date,” Jenny inserted with a sneer.
Ainsley didn’t miss a beat. She snapped her fingers. “That’s right. We were going to discuss some things that came up after Chase’s event. I believe you mentioned taking me to Fields.”
Sneaky woman picked the newest, most expensive restaurant in town. Ben looked at Jenny and smiled. “Told ya.”
“I’ll just grab my coat,” Ainsley said and ducked back into her office.
“I still find it odd the woman who obsessively writes everything down forgot this date. Makes one wonder why she’s hiding that you two are…friends.”
Ben wouldn’t let this smarmy little bitch take shots at her boss when Ainsley was out of earshot. He leaned closer to Jenny. “Or maybe Miz Hamilton and I are discussing personal bank business and she didn’t want it broadcast. I understand your job is to ensure her schedule runs smoothly, just as I’m sure she can count on you to maintain the discretion that comes along with your position.”
Ainsley sailed out of her office, saying, “Jenny, would you make sure all the paperwork in my outbox is filed?”
Jenny flashed her teeth. “I’m on it. But remember Turton becomes my lord and master after one.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oops. I meant to say taskmaster.” Jenny flitted off.
Ben helped Ainsley with her coat. He opened doors but didn’t reach for her in any way that might be deemed intimate. It about killed him too. She’d worn her hair up and he wanted so badly to press his lips to her bared nape. To taste that fragrant section of skin and watch her body tremble.
Fields was a new restaurant that utilized locally grown food. The owners only served organic beef, chicken, pork and game. Everything was homemade from ingredients found within