Page 51 of One Bad Idea
I sat very still in my seat. I wasn't quite sure what he was getting at, but I didn't like the sounds of it.
Very carefully, I said, "Are you referring to my salary? Like you expect something extra?"
For some reason, the word "extra" felt like it was loaded with all kinds of innuendo.Would a blowjob in his office count as an extra?Because if it did, he had the wrong girl.
Oh, it's not like I disliked that sort of thing. In fact, I enjoyed it quite a bit. But I sure as hell wasn't going to crawl under his desk just because I was being paid or because he expected it.
And I couldn't help but notice that he'd phrased it oh-so carefully, too, in that "Gee-she-must've-misunderstood" sort of way, in case I lodged a formal complaint.
What an asshole.
He leaned back in his chair. "What doyouthink?"
Oh, sothat'show he was playing it? I gave him a stiff smile. "If you're talking about a blowjob under the desk, you can forget it."
He looked at me for a long silent moment. And then, he gave a snort of derision. "Dream on. I can getthatany day of the week."
Huh?
Okay, yes, I realized that no doubt, hecouldget that – and a whole lot more – any time he wanted. But this wasn't the thing that surprised me. It was his odd reaction.
And "dream on" – seriously?
What did he think? That I sat around dreaming about his cock?
Talk about arrogant.
And now, the jackass was laughing. "What, you've been thinking about my 'desk'?" He said desk like it was the filthiest word imaginable.
"I, uh…"Holy crap.What if Ihadtotally misread it? If so, I'd just made a complete ass of myself. But if not, hehadto be gaslighting me, making me think thatIwas the crazy one.
I straightened in my seat. "I don't like to play games," I told him, "so if you meant something else, you might as well tell me."
Just then, we were interrupted by the waitress coming to take our orders. She was tall and statuesque, with stunning blue eyes and the kind of cleavage that guaranteed no one would notice – meaning her eyes, of course.
Five minutes earlier, when she'd delivered our drinks – soda for me and a beer for him – she'd been all kinds of flirty, too, like she'd be willing to serve up her panties if only Jaden asked.
But hehadn'tasked. In fact, he hadn't paid her much attention at all.
Still, the whole thing had been pretty darn annoying – not that I was jealous or anything. But still, how did she know that weweren'ta couple?
I mean, for all she knew, I could be his lunch date.
After I murdered him, that is.
He looked to the waitress and said, "She'll have a sandwich."
My jaw clenched. "Are you seriously ordering for me?"
And a sandwich of all things?
I knew exactly why he'd said that, too. I almost rolled my eyes.Ha-freaking-ha.
And now, he looked ready to laugh. "What, you wanna do it?"
My chin lifted. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I do."
"Just so you know…" He grinned. "…they make a good pastrami."
