Page 130 of One Bad Idea
No, whatIneeded was to scratch that itch, to gobble up that cookie, and to get him out of my system so I could forget him and move on.
But then, I paused.Would that even be possible?I'd never done a one-night stand. And he wasn't some stranger in a bar. He was my boss, which meant that I saw him practically every day, unless he'd been serious about that whole transfer idea.
I didn't want a transfer. I wanted him.
Suddenly inspired, I said, "But let's get one thing straight. You're not my boss."
He gave me a look. "I'm not?"
"Not now, you're not."
"So you're quitting."
I lifted my chin. "Yes."
Now, he was frowning again. "Why?"
"Because," I said, "tomorrow you're gonna hire me back."
"Tomorrow's Saturday."
I almost rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean. I’m just saying, you're not my boss in the bedroom." I hesitated. "Or on the couch, or the desk—"
His lips twitched. "The desk, huh?"
My gaze drifted to his office door. Somewhere inside that office was one of the biggest desks I'd ever seen. It looked really sturdy, too. It even had one of those big leather writing mats to cushion the hardness.
In truth, I'd thought about his desk often, and in ways that were totally unrelated to business. In my fantasies, he'd done me on that desk at least a dozen times.
Would the reality match the fantasy?Hard to say.The fantasies had been obnoxiously good.
I gave myself a mental slap. We were getting off-track. I looked back to him and said, "And I only want to do this once."
Now, he looked almost ready to laugh. "You mean one time or –"
"One night," I clarified. And then, feeling incredibly self-conscious, I mumbled, "Not that it has to be onetimeduring the night. I'm just saying…"Cripes, what was I saying?
He eyed me with mock innocence? "Yes?"
I made a sound of frustration. "Well, I guess I’m saying, I just want to get you out of my system, that's all."
He gave a low scoff. "Good luck withthat."
Whatever."Do you have to be so cockyallthe time?"
"Cocky, huh?"
"I'm not joking," I said. "I mean it. Afterward, it might get awkward, and I don't want it to be."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
Isodidn't want to say. But as long as I was laying my cards on the table, I just put it out there. "Because I don't want to lose my job."
He stiffened. "You think I’m gonna fire you?"
"Isn't that what you were just doing?"
"No. I was trying to spare you."
