Page 48 of Enthrall
He looked over at my television. “You need a flat screen.”
“It was a gift.”
“Bailey?”
“Yes.”
“Awkward bringing boys here.”
I chewed my lip. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Why?”
“Just wondering.”
“Not right now, no.” He tilted his head. “So, this Bailey?”
“She’s gay but we’re just friends. I mean we don’t...you know.”
He rolled his eyes in feigned shock. “Have sex?”
I twisted my mouth to hide my frown.
He gave a shake of his head. “Poor Bailey.”
“Why do you say that?”
“She gave you a fridge and a TV and you still have no idea how much she’s in love with you.”
“We’re not like that.”
“Bit defensive.”
“We’re not. We’ve known each other since fifth grade.”
“Oh well then, she can’t possibly want to sleep with you.”
“She’s has integrity.” I held my head high.
“Those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.” He folded his arms. “I’m only like this with friends I care about.” He arched an eyebrow, seemingly surprised with his admission. “I imagine all your friends are smitten. You’re quite the prize. But you don’t think that do you?”
“Why are you here?”
“We need to talk about what’s lurking in your fridge.” He leaned back against the counter. “Or we can choose to discuss something a little less scary.”
My chest constricted and I broke his gaze.
“Thursday evening, when you came into my office with Cameron and asked, if we can call it that, for your job back.”
I blinked up at him, nervous of where he might take this.
“To be honest, your brave move had Cameron and I both convinced you were sexually experienced before ever working at Enthrall.” He paused. “I know this is difficult for you, but it’s important we get this out of the way. May I go on?”
I gave a nod, my voice evading me.
“During the time you showed yourself to me, Cameron first asked your permission to touch you. Do you remember?”
“Yes.”
