Page 56 of Analysing Her Assets

Tamar recalled Keynan’s face when he thought she had a baby. The talk with Gideon yesterday about birth control was a reminder that her biological clock, regardless of frozen eggs, was ticking. And she didn’t lie to Gideon, she wanted children. Very much.

“Well. You took a dog, right? And what did you do? You can’t leave him alone all day long.”

“No! My Giddy loves company, other dogs, and people too. I have a dog walker. He comes every morning and...”

“Exactly! Behind every successful woman there’s an army of little helpers. I had my parents helping me, nannies, my husband. You’ll manage. Oh, hi Gideon.”

Gideon stood at N’s door, looking in.

“Hi, Nathanela. I wanted to confer with you about something,” he said.

“Hi, Gideon,” Tamar was still irked at how last night had ended. “Sucking up wouldn’t do you any good here, you know.”

“Sucking has an unjustified bad reputation,” he answered, hazel eyes blazing. She turned her head so he wouldn’t see her smile.

“Are you coming to Eilat, Gideon?”

“Of course. But I won’t be taking the bus. I’m driving my dog to a boarding house. I hope that’s okay, boss.”

“Yes, of course. You can give Tamar a ride. She tends to get sick on the bus.”

Gideon paused, and his face grew guarded.

“Sure,” he finally answered. N got a phone call and motioned Gideon to wait.

His hesitation made her feel like unwanted luggage.

“No, it’s okay, I don’t need favors from you.” Gideon started at that. “Move, Golden Boy,” she told him.

He didn’t make way for her to pass through Nathanela’s doorway.

“Ask nicely. Say please,” he said, mouth pursed and eyes narrowed. He disliked being called Golden Boy. She checked on Nathanela, who was looking away from them, at her monitor, talking on the phone.

Fuck asking nicely.

She swept her behind along his crotch. His work pants’ synthetic fabric was thin, as was hers. His puff of surprise warmed her nape. The possibility of their shared boss lifting her head and catching her in the act was a huge turn-on. Her center clenched in excitement as she brushed his soft bump with her ass, all the while keeping her eyes on N. This was way more dangerous than fondling him on her early morning empty street. Her breasts grew heavy and strained against her confining bra.

“Tamar...” His tormented whisper made the hair on her neck rise. Goosebumps rode her arms. She trapped him. He was in her power. A rush of heat zipped straight between her legs. A slight touch there of his fingers, or hers, and she would explode.

“Okay, bye,” N said and replaced her phone.

Tamar disengaged. She moved past Gideon to the corridor.

“Bye, Gideon. Some of us have work.” Her loud, cheery voice was controlled.

Nathanela lifted her eyes. “Bye, Tamar.”

Gideon turned his back on Nathanela and arranged his cock in his pants.

“Fuck you,” he mouthed. She laughed in his face, her gratification complete, and then returned to her desk.

“Morning!” Marina greeted her. “Are you okay? You’re all red in the face.”

“I’m great.”

She lowered her chair, then took it back up. She cleaned her monitor twice. Sifted through the never-ending piles of presentations. When her blood had cooled enough, she started on her emails.

Yelena sent her the data about Danny’s desk.

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