Page 85 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“No. You sounded like someone trying to explain why you needed to stay here and they weren’t taking it very well.”
“One of the partners. Jared Evanstone. He’s threatening my partnership if I’m not back by next week.”
“Can he do that?”
“No. That’s a decision that will be made by all of the partners, and, of course, the founder, Mr. Berkley, but I’m getting sick of them constantly using my promotion as a threat.”
I nodded and leaned my ass on the desk next to her. “Sounds like they’re jerking you around.”
“It’s the game,” she sighed. “It’s always been this way. Until you make it, you’re on the outside doing everything you can to prove you deserve to be on the inside. But, once you’re in…”
“Then you get to jerk the next guy around,” I surmised.
She puffed out a laugh. “Something like that. Still, as much as I want this, I have to remember I earned it. There’s a reason why they should make me a partnerin the firm.”
“Damn straight.”
“I’ve made our clients sick money over the last ten years!”
“Hell, yeah, you did.”
“Other brokerages in New York would be lined up to hire me if I left.”
“There’s my girl,” I encouraged her.
“I’m not, though.”
“Not what?”
“Your girl,” she pointed out, defiant and slightly…pouty.
It sizzled in the air between us. Her frustration had a hungry edge and she wanted me to take care of it. I’d left her alone too long, whether she knew it or not, it was obvious.
I let my eyes drop to her breasts, then back up to her face, so she understood the nature of our conversation had changed.
“You’re my girl, if I tell you you’re my girl.”
Oh, her brown eyes flared, and I could see her thinking what I was thinking.
Lifting that tight skirt she wore up over her hips and bending her over that desk.
“We can’t…we can’t play here,” she said.
“Why not?” I pushed off the desk and walked over to the study door. Deliberately, I made sure she could see me locking it.
“Ethan and Harmony are home.”
“They’re in the family room watching Netflix with Bruce and Jenny. They won’t bother us.”
“But, what if they come to check on me and the door is locked?”
“Then they’ll walk away,” I said, as I walked back towards her, feeling like an animal with prey in sight.
“They’ll think we’re messing around!” she squeaked.
“We are messing around,” I said, as I pulled her skirt up over her knees and stepped in as far as I could. She was wearing a fancy, navy pin striped skirt with a blouse that buttoned up to her neck. No comfortable clothes for my girl when she was on the job.
I started unbuttoning her blouse and she reached up to slap my hand away.
