Page 12 of Bully's Second Chance
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Jackson
Iwatched her shadow move side to side just beyond my office door. I waited for her to come in, going so far as to sit at my desk and ready myself for the soft knock that I knew was coming. But, after five minutes of her pacing around and murmuring to herself, I grew impatient.
“Are you going to come in, or will I have to come to fetch you?”
And that’s when she opened the door. “I’m perfectly capable of fetching myself, thank you very much.”
I grinned. “Could’ve fooled me with how much you were pacing around outside. Have a seat.”
I leaned up toward my desk and held out my hand, ushering for her to sit. She closed my office door behind her, and already my cock leaped against the zipper of my suit pants. I liked that she did that involuntarily because if I got my way, she’d need to shut and lock that door.
Often.
Lily cleared her throat, pulling me from my heated trance. “All right, there are a few things I already moved around with your schedule to make it more succinct.”
I nodded. “Yes, I saw.”
She eyed me carefully. “Right. Well, I already found two double-bookings that I’m assuming your prior secretary—”
I cut her off by swiveling my computer screen around for her to see. “No, really. I saw.”
She blinked. “Okay. Well—”
I clasped my hands together. “Are you ready to do your onboarding paperwork?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t bring me in here for a brief on my morning.”
“Nope.”
“So, do you not do things like that here? Briefings on how the morning and evening hours go?”
I shook my head. “Sure don’t.”
She set her clipboard down against her thighs. “Well, now I feel stupid.”
My grin almost turned into a smile. “Don’t. I like that you’re on top of things.”
She scoffed. “Already with the innuendos?”
I tilted my head to the side. “Is this going to be an issue? Us talking?”
Her cheeks turned beet red. “No, no, no. I—I’m sorry. It’s—hard to get used to you being in a professional atmosphere with our, you know, history.”
I felt the smallest twinge of guilt rattle my gut. “Either way, thank you for being on top of things. Now, I have a ton of paperwork you need to get filled out. I reached into my drawer and flopped a two-inch-thick folder in front of her at the edge of my desk. “Here.”
“Wow,” Lily murmured.
I chuckled. “The papers stapled together with red staples need to be back on my desk by the end of the day. The ones stapled with regular staples can be done throughout the week, so long as I get them back before Friday.”
She nodded. “I can do that.”
“Great. But, make sure you don’t do it on your lunch break.”
“Why not?”
“I have to pay you for the time you fill this stuff out. Which means you need to be on the clock.”
