Page 24 of Accidental Theirs
“Playing with fire, hopefully.”
She leans over the desk further, arching her back, showing off her assets in any way she can. She’s got all the right assets to show, but maybe she’s just too young because it’s not happening for me.
“You shouldn’t risk your job like that.”
“It wouldn’t be risking my job if you said yes.”
“What makes you think I’ll say yes?”
She shrugs. “I see the way you look at me sometimes.”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Rosie. Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Doesn’t it? It means you’re attracted to me.”
“Everyone’s attracted to you, Rosie. But I’m an old man.”
“Not that old.” She giggles, but I don’t answer her with a smile.
“It’s time to go home, Rosie.”
“What if I don’t want to?” She reaches across to put a hand on my chest, but I wrap my hand around her wrist to stop her.
I stand, tugging her up with me, and she gasps, stumbling into my chest before I push her away.
“Doesn’t matter what you want, Rosie. Matters whatIwant, and what I want right now is for you to get out of my office.”
She trembles as I usher her to the door, and I almost feel guilty.
“Y-you’re not going to fire me, are you?”
I shake my head. “Not if you never mention this or do anything like this again.”
I’m not exactly lying. I’m not going to fire her, but I’m going to transfer her to the New York office, and they’re a lot stricter than I am.
She leaves without further protest, and I stand in my office door for a long moment.
Who the fuck am I?
A twenty-one-year-old, busty redhead came in here and practically threw herself at me, and I.... told her no? I’m going to have her transferred?
I shake my head and then my phone buzzes in my pocket.
Shit. It must be later than I thought, because my do not disturb only goes off at seven in the evening.
I answer it without looking.
“Don’t tell me you’re still at the office.”
“I’m always at the office or?—”
“Or between someone’s thighs, I know, I know.” My best friend chuckles good-naturedly. “Thought you might come over for dinner.”
I try to decipher what Richard is saying, knowing him too well.
Richard isn’t the best at communicating. Usually, when he invites me over, he’s having a block of some kind and needs to talk it out. But he won’tsaythat, because he is a stubborn old man and doesn’t like to ask for help.
“Sounds good. I’ll bring a bottle of wine.”
