Page 8 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“Just asking. I like black and gray.”
“Really? I don’t think I’d ever met anyone who says their favorite color is gray.”
“I’m not like other people.”
You certainly are not.
The more the conversation flowed, the more I got to see more of his personality. He was funny, real chill, and still slightly mysterious. It felt weird how easy our conversation flowed, because I knew some of the things we were talking about shouldn’t have been a concern as his assistant.
I understood he wanted a background check on me, but wanting to know my favorite color and what I liked to do in my spare time shouldn’t have been the topic of discussion.
Or should it?
I mean, I was working closely with him, so shouldn’t he be made aware of the person he had given vital information to? I suddenly didn’t mind him asking me about myself.
As the clock struck nine, I didn’t realize we had been sitting and talking for over two hours.
“We’ve been talking for quite a while that I forgot that you said you needed me to do one more thing,” I reminded him.
“Oh, I just wanted you to eat. I knew you’d be here past dinner, so I wanted to feed you. Now that that’s complete, we can head out.” He pushed his chair back and stood.
“That was nice of you. Thank you.”
“I told you, I’m not a mean person.”
“But you can be.” I laughed and stood as well, grabbing my satchel and taking out the topknot to give my scalp a break. The relief I felt had a soft moan escaping my lips and my eyes closing as I ran the pads of my fingers through it, massaging myscalp. When I opened my eyes, his were stapled to me with that seductive look in his eyes from earlier.
I had to get away from this man.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He finally blinked and grabbed his jacket and briefcase. “Forgive me. Yeah, let me walk you to your car.”
“I-um, actually don’t own a car yet. I’ve been saving for quite some time. I’m almost there though, and I’m sure it’ll be soon since I have this good paying job now.” I giggled.
“I can drive yo?—”
No!
“No, I’m fine, really,” I protested.
“So how are you getting home?”
“Uber.”
“Taking public transportation is dangerous at this time of night.”
I laughed. “It’s literally only nine o’clock.”
He shrugged. “It’s still late.” We walked out of his office and took the elevator down to the first floor. The lights were dim, and the custodian was busying himself with cleaning out the offices on the first level.
“You sure I can’t give you a ride?” he asked again.
“I’m sure. My ride is only one minute away.”
“A’ight, well, this is where we part ways . . . I’ll see you in the morning, bright and early.”
“I’ll be here with your black coffee, three sugars, and splash of oat milk.”
