Page 63 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

I look at the other gentlemen as they stare at each other for a couple of seconds, and I frown slightly. "Over here," I say, grabbing her elbow and forcing her up. We move to the side of the room and stop.

“What now, Ethan? Ar you going to get on your knees and try and kiss my ass again?" She’s glaring at me again.

"No, that was just a joke. I..."

"Yeah, right. Sure, that was a joke. That's why you got onto your knees and you were..." She blushes slightly. "Anyway, what's the deal? Your business associates are going to wonder what's going on."

"I just want you to know that this is a business meeting and not anything else. I really hope that you didn't have your hopes up that this was a date." I say succinctly. Her face goes red, and her eyes widen. She presses her lips together and then she just starts laughing.

I'm surprised by that. I thought she was going to go off on me. I thought she was going to get angry. That's what I was expecting, almost hoping for. I wanted her to tell me she had hoped it was a date. We hadn’t seen each other in a week and I’d missed her, but it seemed that she hadn’t missed me at all.

"What's so funny?" I ask her, waiting for her to tell me why she's laughing so much.

"That you thought I would think this was a date." She says, rolling her eyes. "I haven't even thought about you since the last time I saw you." She wrinkles her nose. "So no, I didn't think this was a date. I didn't hope this was a date. And if I had thought you were asking me out, I would've said no because it's inappropriate."

"So fucking you wasn't inappropriate?" I ask her, starting to feel pissed again.

"No, thatwastotally inappropriate. And I'm sure if I reported you to HR, I'd get some sort of settlement." She pauses and gives me a sweet smile, "But I'm not that sort of girl."

"Oh, so you're not a gold digger?"

"No," she says, an edge to her voice, "I'm not a gold digger, no matter what you think."

"I didn't think you were,” I say, trying to take control of the situation.

"I just think that maybe the problem here is you're only thinking with your small head." She says, looking at me for a couple of seconds. "And honestly, your small head isn't really that smart or that good, so maybe you should think with your big head after all." She says, tapping the side of my head. I stare at her for a couple of seconds and grab her hand.

"What are you saying?" I ask her, leaning towards her ear and whispering. “Did you change the subject because you want my cock?”

"What do you think I'm saying, Ethan?” She gasps and trembles slightly.

"I think you're saying you didn't enjoy my small head.” I pretend to frown.

"Ooh, maybe you are smart after all." She says, grabbing her hand away from me. "Now, let's get back to work. I have other things to do later."

I press my lips together. This is not how I'd expected this to go. For some reason, I'm angry and annoyed, and I just want to grab her, and take her into a room, and bang the living daylights out of her. I want to show her that my small head can work many miracles. Instead, I nod, and we walk back to the table.

"Sorry about that. I was just checking to see if Sarah brought the files. Turns out she didn't." I shake my head. "She's new to the role though, so maybe she'll get better later."

"Excuse me?" Her jaw drops, and then she just takes a deep breath. "My apologies, gentlemen. I didn't even realize that I was going to be coming to this business meeting until very recently. But I will do whatever I can to help out."

"Oh, I'd like that,” Bob says eagerly, and I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "How long have you been with Rosser International?" He asks, looking her up and down, and I can see the glint in his eyes. I can see what he really wants. He doesn't care at all how long she's been with the company. He just wants to know if he can get into her pants.

"Oh, a number of years." She says, "But this is my first time in a senior management role." She looks over at me. "Would you say I'm in senior management now, Ethan?"

"No," I say dryly, shaking my head. "But let us have a seat." I said, "Maybe if you can impress our clients today, you'll be in line for a promotion."

"Oh, is that all I have to do to get a promotion?" She says sweetly, glancing at me as we all take a seat. "Just impress the clients today?"

"That's normally how it works,” I say, nodding at her.

"Oh, okay. I wasn't sure if I would have to kiss someone's ass, hypothetically speaking." She laughs, and Bob stares at her with a bemused expression. I can tell his thoughts, and I want to punch him.

"That's normally how it goes in these Fortune 500 companies." He says, nodding. "I've seen it time and time again. It's the person that kisses the most ass that seems to rise to the top."

"I guess I won't be rising anywhere." She says, laughing self-consciously and touching her hair. "I'm not really one to kiss ass."

"Oh, really?" I ask her, "That's not what I've heard."

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