Mr. Sir (Ball & Chain) by Jayne Kingston Read Free Book Online

very obviously confirming Grace’s question.
    Grace looked at her for a long moment, then gave her boss a small smile. She mouthed a silent thanks and headed toward her new station. She felt a huge amount of relief that she’d been right about Sanders not being involved. But if Sanders hadn’t gone to Ziegelski about her and Owen, who had? And why?
    * * * * *
     
    “What the fuck is your problem, Sanders?”
    Before Owen could stop himself, he had Sanders pinned to the narrow strip of wall between the automatic hand dryers. Sanders registered a moment of shock, which quickly rolled into confusion. And then he was clearly pissed.
    “What are you talking about?” He jerked his arms in an attempt to free himself from Owen’s grip, but Owen held tight. “Get the hell off me.”
    “I thought we were friends,” Owen said quietly, teeth clenched, the tip of his nose almost touching Sander’s nose. “I had no idea you’d stoop so low as to go to Ziegelski about Grace and I. Nice show you put on, acting all insulted when I asked you not to say anything to anyone about seeing Grace’s lipstick on my cock.”
    Sanders looked at him as if he’d spoken in tongues.
    “Have you lost your mind? I never went to the old man about that.” He stopped struggling and put his arms down on the dryers. “Do you really think I’m the kind of guy who’d tattle about you getting a blowjob from your wife at work?” He looked at Owen with disgust.
    Owen’s conviction faltered, which pissed him off further.
    “Sure, we’re friends on the basketball court or in the bar on Friday night, but with a senior partner retiring next month and you and I in the running for the promotion, why wouldn’t you do something to make sure you got it over me?” Owen shrugged. “Happens all the time between friends in the corporate world, doesn’t it?”
    “You really are a cocksucker.” Sanders shook his head.
    “Someone went to him.” Owen was practically shouting in his face now. “Grace was removed from my office this morning.”
    Sanders’ head reared back and hit the wall.
    “Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his skull. “What do you mean she was moved?”
    “Moved,” he repeated, biting out the word. “As in someone came by and took her things to a different office. Your office. How the fuck do you not know that yet?”
    Sanders threw his hands up. “I just got here,” he yelled.
    “I’ve got that dipshit you’re banging who doesn’t know her ass from her ear now.”
    Owen could tell he was genuinely surprised by the news.
    Sanders got his hands on Owen’s chest and pushed, freeing himself.
    “Exactly which dipshit are you referring to?”
    “You know who I mean.” Owen crossed his arms and didn’t move out of Sanders’ way, leaving him trapped between the dryers without holding him down.
    “I really don’t.” A muscle in Sanders’ jaw ticked. “You know goddamn well I’m not fucking anyone lately, so please, enlighten me to which office slut I’m supposedly shtupping so I know exactly what I’m missing .” He yelled the last words.
    Owen blinked as the flame of his fury blew out.
    He did know Sanders was holding out with his fiancée—a twenty-five-year-old virgin who was saving herself for marriage. He also knew how frustrating it was for the former hustler to be abstinent for as long as he had been. The guy could be an arrogant smartass, but Owen had witnessed him turning down more than one tempting intern interested in seeing his legendary cock in person. He knew the guy was in love.
    “You’re not sleeping with Stacy?” he asked, feeling a little ashamed of himself for believing the rumor he was having an affair.
    “God no.” Sanders looked repulsed. “I’d rather hang my dick in a pit of fire ants.”
    Owen couldn’t help himself. He laughed. Sanders watched him for a second, then relented and smiled as well.
    “Well, she’s telling the whole office otherwise,” Owen informed him.
    They both