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I should give it some time. Make her a little desperate for it. Maybe this could be my cat and mouse game, Riley the little mouse who runs but secretly wants it.

I’m staring through the window watching, still fantasizing, when I see her turn and glance towards my office as if she and the intern guy are talking about me. What the fuck. Then I realize she’s not looking at my office window, she’s staring directly at me, clearly visible in front of the now open blinds.

I look away and turn toward my desk. Fuck. My dick is throbbing still but I don’t need her thinking I’m some sort of creep just ogling fresh meat from my office window.

There’s a soft knock on my office door. I look out the window and realize Riley’s no longer near the intern’s desk. Shit, it’s her at my door and I’m sporting a full-fledged hard on under my desk.

“Yeah?” I say.

“Hi, um Sir. It’s Riley. Riley Green?”

I can’t help but smile. I want to hear her say ‘Sir’ in my bed. “Come in Riley,” I say.

Time to figure out how willing my newest conquest will be.

Chapter 8

Riley

I made a point of arriving at work earlier today. When I walked in at 7:45, I went straight up to the top floor. Like yesterday, the elevator was full of men and the scent of cologne. Wow. So much masculinity here.

As I step off the elevator I look to my right and see Kaz coming out of one of the big offices on this floor. I think it’s one of the partners, one of the twins maybe? I give her a small wave and smile, curious about what she has to do for them from an HR perspective this early in the morning.

“Hi!” She greets me as she gets closer. “Happy second day!”

“Thanks,” I say. “I’m curious about how things will go. I hope I don’t disappoint anyone.”

“Riley, please. You’ve got this. You’re here for a reason. You’re qualified and completely capable of changing the ‘men only’ vibe on this floor.

I smile. Glad someone thinks so.

“Typically this first week most of the interns are expected to read over case files and familiarize themselves with upcoming deadlines and any paperwork their boss may need for the next two weeks.” She says as she keeps walking. “Let’s go to your desk.”

“You don’t have to escort me Kaz, I’m okay!” I say, though I do appreciate the kindness she’s shown since I started. I don’t have many girlfriends, getting married so young really limited that girl bonding that seems to happen for other girls. They establish friendships through college, as roommates, sorority sisters, and all those other ‘normal’ things.

My sister, Corrine, is really the only one I consider a ‘girlfriend.’ Though she’s a few years younger than me, she has always been someone I could turn to when things were shitty. I think Corrine watching me fall for Nate in high school left her a little wary of romance. She never brought it up then, but I think she knew that he wasn’t always the most gentle of guys.

Corrine worked her ass off in school and received a scholarship to a small liberal arts school in upstate New York. She works full time here in the city as an event planner/fundraiser/whatever else the art museum she worked at needed. She is busy as hell, but seems to love it. She’d got this artsy, sophisticated crowd of friends. It seems like if she isn’t helping plan some gala she is attending one, dressed in masquerade or something else wild like that.

“Us girls gotta stick together,” Kaz says to me as I sit down at my desk. “Let’s grab lunch later today?” she asks.

“Of course. I’ll see you later.” I smile at her. Maybe working will be more than just making ends meet. Maybe I’ll get a friendship here too.

It’s late morning and I’m overviewing some of the cases with another one of the interns, Kyle. He’s younger than me, probably late twenties, and it must be a prerequisite that you’re attractive to work here because Kyle is definitely attractive. He’s tan with longer blonde hair. He’s well built, as if he spends time outdoors being adventurous, rather than lifting weights in the gym.

“There’s a stipulation that will allow us to fight for the client, and Jamison wanted me to track down other cases with the same outcomes,” Kyle’s saying to me. I realize he’s been talking for awhile and I likely tuned out. I need to get more sleep.

“I’m sorry, say that again?” I say to him.

“Oh it’s not important,” Kyle says. “What’s more important is…what do you think of the big boss man in there?” He nods toward Sebastian’s office. I look over and see that Sebastian’s blinds are open and he’s standing next to the window. It’s hard to tell but it almost looks like he’s staring right at me. Uh oh. Is he pissed? He looks more pissed than he did yesterday.

“Good question,” I half chuckle as I turn back to Kyle. “I think I need to check in with him today and find out what kind of expectations he has around work hours and deliverables. I get the sense he may be pretty particular.”

Kyle laughs as we see Sebastian close his blinds. “Not sure ‘particular’ sums it up,” he says. “Drop dead gorgeous may be more accurate.”

Oh, so Kyle likes men. Good to know. Maybe we can chat later about Sebastian’s terrifyingly large arms and the way his shirt clings to his body.

Good lord where did that come from?

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