I saunter over to her, step closer, pushing her back to the table and trapping her between me and it.

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me, kitten. You know exactly what you did.” I groan.

She bites her lower lip. “I wanted to let you know it was gone,” she giggles.

“And you couldn’t have told me that after my meeting?”

She shakes her head. “What fun would that be?”

I grip her hips and prompt her up onto the table. “Oh, are you in a naughty mood today?”

“Aren’t I always? What are you doing? Someone could walk in at any time.” She whimpers.

I run my hands up her bare thighs and pry her legs further apart. I groan as her dress crawls up, and I get a glimpse of her pussy since she has no panties on. I dip my hand under her dress and roughly kiss her lips, brushing my fingers over her folds.

Alyssa gasps loudly, arching into my hand. She should know not to play with me because I can play the game just as well. I put more pressure on her lips. Just when I thought I was winning, she snaked her legs around me, pulling me tighter against her, grinding against me.

I growl loudly and pull away before we get carried away. The last thing I need is clients walking in and catching me fucking someone on the table. I don’t think they would be too pleased.

“What is the matter? Was it getting too much for you?” she asks smugly.

“Finish setting up,” I chuckle, avoiding the question.

I help her off the table. She has a proud look on her face as she continues setting up. Oh, is she proud of her work? Okay then, maybe it is time to remind her who is in charge here.

I gather myself once again and sit at the head of the table, watching her as she moves around. I lick my lips. God, my girlfriend is the sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on.

“I have changed my mind,” I say, resting back in the chair.

“About what?” she asks, confused.

“About you not being in the next meeting. You will now be joining me.” I smirk.

“What? Why?” she huffs.

“Because I am the boss, and what I say goes, Miss Alyssa,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

She strolls over to me. Placing her hand on her hip and cocking her brow, she asks, “What are you up to?”

I shrug. “Me? Nothing.”

It is a lie. I am up to something, but she won’t find out what until she is sitting next to me. She doesn’t have a chance to say anything else because there is a knock at the door.

“Can you get that, please?” I ask sweetly.

She waggles her finger at me. “You are up to something.”

I don’t react or respond. She huffs, hating not knowing what my plan is. She answers the door, greeting everyone as they come in and sit around the table.

“Can I get anyone tea or coffee before you get started?” she asks.

A couple of people want warm drinks.

“Sir, would you like anything?”

“Yes, please, you know what I like. Please, get yourself one too.”

I wink at her without anyone else noticing. She turns a little red and rushes out to get warm drinks for everyone from the breakroom. I really should get coffee machines in each of the three conference rooms; it would make things easier.

I make small talk with my clients as we wait for Alyssa to return. She won’t take long. She is a pro with the coffee machine. Since there are only four coffees, including hers, she should manage them in one go.

This meeting will be as dull as the other. It is the worst part of the job. But, with Alyssa here, it is going to be a lot more interesting. She will want to kill me by the end of it. She has no one else to blame but herself since she started it.