Page 43 of Such a Good Girl

Alone in my office, I got back to work, hoping that my leading lady was hidden somewhere in this pile of headshots.

A little while later, a knock at my door raised my head. I was pleased to see Rosie standing there when I opened it.

“Hi!” My heart swelled when I saw her. What was that feeling? It was usually my cock that swelled. This was new.

“Ready?” she asked, her smile lighting up the room.

“I am,” I said, resisting the urge to push her back onto my desk and take her right then and there. I put the photos away and grabbed my keys, heading out to my Porsche with her.

I opened her door for her, smiling at the flash of thigh I got when she slid into the seat. Once I was behind the wheel, I looked over at her with a smile. Was this happiness I was feeling? It felt foreign and new. And refreshing.

“Thanks again for inviting me to this,” I said.

“Thanks for agreeing to come. I love gin and learning about new variations of drinks. I saw it, and thought of you instantly.”

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I said, resting my hand on her knee. She looked down at my hand and smiled, but didn’t make a move to remove it. “But I’m wondering, Little Rose, is this just a way to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”

Her laughter bubbled up, lighting up her face beautifully.

“I get the impression I don’t need to get you drunk to take advantage of you, West.”

“You’d be completely correct about that,” I said, squeezing her knee again.

The distillery was packed. We walked around the room together, tasting the samples and talking to the bartenders. Rosie was charming and gorgeous, flashing her beautiful smile easily.

“This one tastes like licorice, a little sweet, a little fruity, don’t you think?” she asked me, as we sampled our third negroni.

“I do. It’s kind of bitter, but the vermouth and orange peel balance it out nicely.”

“I also taste a little lemon and coriander, and something else I can’t quite put my finger on.” She took another sip. My eyes landed on her lips, and my cock swelled as I wondered what they might feel like on my skin.

“Maybe a hint of juniper?” I asked. I couldn’t help but smile at the way her eyes lit up.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed.

“Thanks for thinking of this,” I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her outside. The distillery had a back patio area, and we grabbed a seat to finish our drinks.

“My pleasure,” she said. “I’m glad we like the same drink.”

“I bet we have a lot more in common.”

“Perhaps,” she said, with a shy smile. “It could be a lot of fun discovering them.”

“Are you flirting with me, Little Rose?”

She laughed a small laugh. “Maybe.” She shrugged. “Is that okay? You are my boss…”

“I am. I’ve also shoved my tongue down your throat a few times already, so I don’t think we need to be so formal about it all. Do you?”

“No,” she laughed. “Especially considering where we work and what happens there.”

“Good point.”

“How long has the club been open?”

“About five years.”

“You, Theo, and Rian opened it together, right?”

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