Page 27 of Grump and Grumpier

After doing so, she lifts her chin, some of that defiance I love returning. “Are you going to fire me?”

As I cross the room to flip the lock on the door, I study her, my mind wandering to how she looks when she’s bent over in front of me. “Should I?”

“I’m sorry for cutting you off in there, but that’s no way to interview someone.”

“I was putting him off balance to test his ability to function under pressure.”

She arches a pretty brow, her eyes shining. “Youwere testing him?” When I don’t answer, she adds, “Is that what you were doing when you interviewed me? Testing me?”

If I was, she passed with flying colors, but I continue to keep my mouth shut.

Seemingly comfortable now that she’s not going to be fired, Ana takes a seat in front of my desk. “You can’t treat people that way. Your company’s going to fail if you scare off good candidates, and if you continue to treat them poorly after they’re hired.”

“You’ve been here a week, and you’re telling me how to run my company?”

Despite my challenge, she doesn’t falter. “I’m telling you how to treat your staff so that they want to contribute to Community Bean’s success. People deserve respect.”

I sit in my chair and lean back as I notice how the skin above her blouse is reddening. Her cheeks are flushed as well, making me think about other parts of her body that are pink. “You don’t think I respect my workers?”

“I heard about the way you confronted the HR manager who was here before me. If you have a problem with someone’s performance, you should reprimand them in private, and you should give them the tools they need to improve.”

“Did you also hear that Josh’s lazy handling of thesafety rules resulted in an employee being burned at one of the shops?”

This gives her pause, but doesn’t cool her heat. “That’s unfortunate, but doesn’t change the fact that you should have handled the situation differently.”

I shrug a shoulder. Maybe anger got the best of me that day, but I don’t regret it.

“So, what did you call me in here for?” Ana asks.

That’s a good question, but I’m not going to tell her that seeing her stand up to me had me so turned on that I wanted to pin her against the wall and fuck her right there in the hallway.

“I knew you’d have things you’d want to get off your chest.” This lights her eyes up with surprise. When I add, “Why don’t you come around to my side of the desk?,” those beautiful brown eyes go dark.

She stays put, though I don’t miss the way she uncrosses, then crosses her legs. “Why? So you can ‘interview’ me again?”

“Precisely.”

“I’ve told you that’s not happening now that I’m employed here.”

“I’m sure you’re a very truthful woman, Ana, but we both know you’re lying to yourself about this.”

I continue to relax in my chair. If she wants to leave, she can easily get up and do so. “You’re easy to read,” I tell her. “And your conviction on this issue is weaker than a watered-down cup of decaf.”

“Ha! A coffee analogy. How clever.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and if I’m not mistaken, she’s pushed her shoulders back, which puts her rack on display very nicely.

“C’mon over here, Ana.” I pat my knee, and her nostrils flare.

Her internal conflict is clear in her expression, but so is her desire. She frowns, but never takes her eyes off me, and after a long moment, she rises from her seat.

She doesn’t get into my lap as invited, but instead comes to stand right next to me, where I have easy access to slide my hands up under the bottom of her skirt. I find the thin straps of her underwear at her hips and tug them down, letting them fall to the floor.

She watches me the entire time, even as I slide a hand back up her inner thigh and gently stroke her center.

“Your pussy doesn’t lie.”

Her mouth drops open in a silent gasp as I slip into her sopping wet folds and then back over her clit. I meet her eyes, and hold that contact the entire time I rub her clit, slow and teasing at first, then, as her chest starts to rise and fall more quickly, I increase the pace.

My finger dips down for more of her juices, then rubs over her little nub at a rapid pace, until shereaches out for my shoulder and squeezes her eyes shut. Her head tips back and she starts to quiver. With my free hand, I hold her hip to steady her as my other hand makes her lose control.

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