Page 93 of Knockin' Boats
I floundered for an answer. “Uh, that’s… Well.” I shook my head. “This isn’t really an appropriate conversation for the workplace. Why don’t you grab the mop?”
“Playing the boss card, huh? You’ve got it bad.”
“Go work,” I said sternly.
She laughed and went to the small closet where we stored the broom, mop, and other cleaning supplies. “Okay, I’ll mop. But just so you know, you and Sawyer are dirtier than this floor.”
“Charity!”
She cackled with laughter as she got to work.
It was possible I’d established too much of a friend dynamic with my new employee if she thought she could comment on my sex life. Also possible she wasn’t wrong in the slightest. I had been flirting with Sawyer pretty blatantly. And Ididwant to see him naked again.
And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to tease him so he’d want me just as badly.
My phone buzzed with a text, and since we weren’t busy, I pulled it out to check.
Sawyer:
Meet me after work?
Ash:
I don’t know. I might have plans.
Sawyer:
Don’t fuck with me, Ash. You made my dick hard.
I laughed with delight, and when Charity tried to peek over my shoulder, I slapped my phone to my chest. “Back to work, wench.”
She grinned. “If you wanna sext, go out on the deck. It’s more private.”
“I’m not sexting,” I said, but I still took her advice and ducked out of the kitchen. The breeze coming off the water was instant relief. I took a seat on the deck, breathing in the fresh air.
Then I checked the phone again. Sawyer had gotten impatient.
Sawyer:
I’ll be waiting at your place.
Sawyer:
With your favorite popsicle to lick.
Sawyer:
Me. I’m the popsicle.
Sawyer:
Ash?
Sawyer:
Too much?
Ash:
