Page 15 of Shy Girls write it Better
“Oh no!The food…”
“I’m sure it’ll taste the same,” he replied, dismissing her concern, holding his hand to help her up.“Damn, you’re a beautiful mess.”
He meant every word, although he hadn’t planned on them crossing his lips.Her cheeks turned as red as her fucking panties, and she turned away, busying herself with collecting the things she’d littered on the floor.
“I’ve always been clumsy.My mother signed me up for dance lessons and stuff, to make me more aware of my surroundings, but the teacher kicked me out.”
“You’re rambling.”
She crossed her arms on her chest and glared.
“Well, pointing it out isn’t very gentlemanly, now is it?”
Oh hell.She hid it pretty well, but the girl was feisty and funny on top of everything else.Carter was so fucked.
“I’m quite certain you’ll soon work out that I’m no gentleman.Okay, let’s put this in the microwave.You’ve read more of my comments?”
Her book was a safe topic; she turned into a complete professional when she talked of it, which meant no more cute rambling or lively retorts.
“Yes, I did.I got to the part where Henri spanks Amy – you just crossed it out.Why is that?”
Great.So much for a safe topic.
“Don’t take it the wrong way, but you suck at BDSM.”
“Oh.”
She pouted and gave him a look that would put Buddy’s pleading puppy dog eyes to shame.Oh shit, no.He was not equipped for dealing with that.
“Cassie?I’ve hurt your feelings.”
“Well… I mean, IknewI wasn’t very good at it.But all the same, hearing it isn’t nice.Necessary, though.”
“Would chocolate make you feel better?Or candies?”
“Probably.”
He nodded, before storming out to the desk in front of his office.
“Please tell me you have some stuff in your naughty drawer,” he begged an amused Lucy.
“Maybe, but it’ll cost you, boss.”
“You get one extra day off.Now hand it over.”
“Deal!”Lucy happily conceded, opening her last drawer to give him an assortment of treats.
“And boss?”she said, as he retreated back into his office.“For the record, I approve of this one.About time you found yourself a decent woman.”
Carter frowned, wondering when Lucy hadeversaid that about any of his dates.
“Cassie is an employee here.”
“I know,” she replied with a wink she probably meant to be meaningful.
Women were weird.
Cassie
