One Night

Touching Submission

She pressed her chest against me, her breasts were soft against my chest, her face inches away from mine. I swallowed and  looked away, forcing myself to think of Savanna. Only Sav, my Savy. 

"Joshie," Marie whined softly. "You didn't tell me you got a new girlfriend. She's very pretty." I blinked, detecting her envy in her words. 

"I didn't think it was any of your business," I said, hating how my voice was hushed. I cleared my throat and glared at her, wanting her to leave and hating Mr. James for calling her here. "I left for a reason, Marie. I didn't want you and I still don't." 

She frowned, trailing her hand down my chest, her fingertips barely touching the fabric of my shirt. I forced myself not to shiver at her touch, like I used to when she did this to me. I frowned, grabbing her hand before she could go any lower. She looked into my eyes, hers burning with passion. 

"You know what I think, Joshie?" she asked, slowly leaning towards me. "I think you're lying," she murmured, before pressing her lips to mine. I froze. What the hell? She intertwined her fingers in my hair before I pushed her away. She stumbled back a bit before she regained her balance, a pained look on her face. 

"No, Marie! I'm with Savanna, your boss!" 

She huffed, looking annoyed. "No, technically, Mr. James is my boss. He hired me, not that bitch," She snapped, taking a step towards me, biting her lip, which repulsed me. I stepped sideways out of her reach. She set the paper on the table, her eyes burning into me. 

"Watch how you speak about her," I growled. She reached out.

"I'm sorry Joshie baby," she purred. "Let me make it up to you. I hate it when we fight."

"No, Mar, you just need to go," I said, looking away, not noticing that I used the old nickname I'd giver her while I still worked with her. She laughed. I felt her touch my back. I stiffened, wanting to step out of her reach. 

"You love me Joshie," she said. "Deep down, you know I'm right and you always will." I heard her open the door and close it. 

I took a deep, shuddering breathe and closed my eyes. I am going to kill him. He's going to get what's coming to him and I'd be damned if I wasn't the one to give it to him.

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*Savanna's POV* 

I sent Marie to get Ashley to sign off on what was going on with one of the books. I was going through yet another submission when my phone went off, interrupting the silence that I used to keep going. I answered it, my eyes glued to the screen. 

"Savanna Blackwell, EIC," I said, automatically. 

"Miss Blackwell," an English voice came over the other end of the line. I shivered, wanting to hang up and stay on the line at the same time. I had no idea where this was going to go. Our conversations never went as planned.  

"Yes, Mr. James," I sighed, leaning back in my chair and sighing. He chuckled on the phone. 

"Long morning?" he asked, like he actually cared. 

"Not really, just a lot of work," I replied, wanting to end the call and get back to it. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call?" I asked, sarcastically. He sighed this time, sounding like he was irritated with me. 

"I just wanted to see if you were ok with your new assistant. I know you made it clear that you didn't want one," he said, quickly. He sounded like he actually cared what I thought. That thought made me smile a little bit before I forced it off. Not going there. 

"She is fine. She is actually really helpful and now I'm able to focus on just working. Thank you Mr. James," I said, twirling the phone cord. 

"That is great," he said. I could tell he was smiling. "Please make sure you have another submission report either sent or delievered to me by the end of the day."