Page 11 of Midnight & Mergers
The man smiled through the rear-view mirror.
“There’s a bar in the corner over there. Mr. Bradley fills it with scotch, mostly.”
“That’s perfect, thank you, Mister?”
“No need to be formal. The name is Giles.”
“That’s a nice name. Are you from England? I ask because the only person I knew with that name was the character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Teagan said with a chuckle as she poured a healthy two fingers’ worth of scotch into a tumbler.
“Ah, yes. Well, at least those vamps weren’t glittery.” He matched her chuckle.
“Very true.” She took a sip of the scotch, and it slid down her throat smoothly. The bottle of scotch probably cost as much as her dress.
Damn you, Brooks.
“How do you like working for Mr. Bradley?”
She asked this because now that Brooks had completely undressed her soul by ironically dressing her up, she needed the lowdown of exactly what she was getting into with this boss.
“We don’t talk a lot, but he seems nice. How about you?”
So much for getting the lowdown.
“Oh, I’m new. I actually start tomorrow. Mr. Bradley is taking me out for a business dinner to review my contract.”
“That’s nice of him. I think you are the first executive he’s ever done that with.”
“Really?” She put the glass back to her lips, and it was then that she realized she had nearly finished with the drink.
How did that happen?
The limo stopped completely, and the driver got out and opened the door for Teagan. She placed the glass on the bar and got out of the limo. As she stepped out, a hand gently guided her, and it belonged to Brooks.
“Brooks? Were you waiting for me outside the restaurant?”
“No. I just pulled in myself.” He said with a smile as he tucked her hand around his arm.
“I guess this was perfect timing, then.” She said to him as she moved her hand a bit until it rested around his arm.
It brushed his upper arm, which was rock-hard to the touch. Teagan’s cheeks reddened as she thought about copping a generous feel of his ribcage. The man clearly worked out and was good at worshipping his body—too damned good. Her thoughts went south as images of straddling his waist and playing a tune over his washboard abs came over her.
Stop it, Teagan! He’s your boss!
A sudden shudder came over her body as she imagined riding his cock.
Down, girl! Again, he’s your boss! And you swore off men—remember?
“Have you ever been to L’Appart before?” He was smirking as he asked.
Damn it! Clearly, he reads minds. I am so fucked!
“Can’t say that I have. Most places I go to have a menu above the register.” She giggled as she said it, trying to recover from his smirk. He smiled brightly as he opened the door and escorted her into the restaurant.
“Well, looks like we are about to change that.”
He locked his eyes on her. His eyes turned from a cool blue to a steely grey within seconds of telling her that. She swore she saw them do that during the interview, too. And as quickly as before, the steely grey was gone.
“Um, yeah. I guess so.”
