Page 6 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“And don’t forget to watch your step.” He partially smiled, displaying humor.
Humor for the second time today. How nice.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied. The aroma of seafood permeated the air, making my stomach growl from hunger. I only had a sandwich for lunch, and that was over six hours ago before I came to do the interview.
“I’m going to use the restroom. When I come out, you can go in.”
“Oh, I don’t have to use the restroom,” I told him.
“We’re about to eat, so you might want to wash your hands. I hope you aren’t allergic. I should have asked before I had you order.”
“Oh!” I chirped. “No, I’m not allergic, and thank you for thinking of me.”
“Don’t listen to the bullshit these people say about me. I treat my employees well and pay their asses well too. I’m nice until I’m not.” The wink he shot me could have dropped my skirt. I looked away, trying to hide my blush, while he went into the restroom. I hurried over to the chair, taking out my compact mirror, checking my teeth for lipstick stains, and making sure my hair was still secured in the bun. When I realized what I was doing, I instantly closed the mirror.
Layne, what are you doing?
This was my boss. I was sure he had a no fraternizing policy in place.
But did that apply to him since this was his place of business?
He’s probably not even interested in me like that.
I was sure the policy went for him, too, since he was probably the one who set the rule.
A few moments later, he emerged from the restroom. “It’s all yours, lo—Ms. Grant.”
What was he about to call me?
I stood from the chair and quickly made my way to the restroom. I needed to calm myself down because this was not what my vagina thought it was.
You cannot fuck your boss, girl!I scolded myself.
I had my fair share of fuck boys in my life to know better than to lust after this man. Albeit, Avery may not have been one of those fuck boys, but he was still my boss. Sex hadn’t been on my mind for over five months, which was probably the reason my vagina was acting out.
I did a quick washing of my hands and gave my face a onceover, before leaving the restroom and joining him at his desk. He had taken all the food from the containers, placing it on porcelain plates I didn’t know he had, along with silverware on top of cloth napkins.
Fancy.
“Thank you again for this. I was starving.”
“Anytime . . . I’m going to always make sure you eat.” The way he said it so casually seductive had me once again trying to hide my blush.
“It will be appreciated.”
He nodded, taking a seat. “So, I hope you don’t mind if I pick your brain a little more. I figured since we’re having dinner together, I could get a little bit of your background since it’ll be a couple days before your background check comes through,” he said, shedding his jacket and draping it over his chair. He began rolling up his sleeves, showcasing the graffiti riddled on his forearms. I knew there was something mysterious about him. He may have dressed the part of a multi-millionaire, but beneath the surface and his vernacular told a different story.
“I don’t see why not. What would you like to know?”
“Where are you from?”
“Howell, Michigan, . . . the Livingston County area.”
He chuckled. And what a beautiful chuckle it was. “Now I see why you sound so damn proper. You were out there playing in the snow.”
“I do not sound proper!” I giggled. I placed a shrimp in my mouth. The savory taste made sweet love to my tastebuds.
“Of course you’d think that. But I also hear and see that melanin flavor somewhere in there. The combination of the two is intriguing. How old are you?”
