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Chapter Ten

Danielle

My first week working for Rodney was quite different than I ever could have imagined it. A lot had happened in a very short time. We had gone from friends, to lovers, to players in a game that neither of us wanted to tap out of. Since I had spoken to Lisa on Tuesday, I had been doing everything to make it difficult for Rodney to ignore me.

So far, it was working. Not only did it get him hot and bothered, but it made me feel like a million bucks. Every morning, I tried to look irresistible, taking extra time with my hair and makeup and planning my outfits precisely. I had to adhere to the company dress code while I played my little game, but I enjoyed the challenge.

Rodney was just about losing his mind. I caught him staring at me more and more often, a wild look in his eyes like an animal who had seen something he desperately wanted–a piece of meat he couldn’t say no to. I was more than happy to satisfy him, to see to his appetite, and to let him take a bite.

Rodney was busy on a conference call before lunch, focusing on his work for a change, and it gave me a chance to stare at him without reserve. His black hair curled around his ears and collar. It looked like he hadn’t had time to slick it back today. I preferred it when he looked more natural. It made him look a little more rugged and handsome as hell. Rodney’s blue eyes were trained on the file in front of him, and they were the color of an autumn sky.

The rest of him was neat and professional as always. He wore another one of his fantastic suits, tailor made to fit him perfectly. I remembered how hastily he had gotten rid of his suit when he had come home from the business meeting on Saturday night and had undressed the both of us to fuck me.

I was in the middle of remembering when Rodney stripped me naked when someone knocked on the office door. My dad stepped in.

Seeing my dad yanked me out of my fantasy. “Dad, what are you doing here?”

My dad chuckled. “Don’t look so startled,” he said. “I’m here to visit you at work. I want to see you in action. Besides, I haven’t seen Rodney outside of work in a while. I was thinking we could all go out to lunch together.”

My stomach twisted. How the hell was I supposed to be in the same room as Rodney and my dad? After what I had done with Rodney, I couldn’t think of anything more awkward. I already felt uncomfortable that my dad had walked in on me when I was thinking dirty things about Rodney. He couldn’t have known, of course, but it was the principle. It was my dad.

“So, what do you say?” my dad asked when I didn’t answer. “Or are you too busy for your old man?”

I shook my head. “Of course not. I’m not sure about Rodney, though. It looks like he’s still on a call.”

As I said it, Rodney put the receiver back in the cradle and scribbled something on his notepad.

“Looks like he’s done, now. Why don’t you go fetch him?” My dad looked at me expectantly, and I couldn’t do anything but agree. I opened the door between our offices and closed it again behind me, soundproofing the office once more. I had to give Rodney a heads up without my dad hearing.

“My dad is here,” I said, jabbing a thumb over my shoulder. Rodney looked past me and saw my dad standing close to my desk. He lifted his hand in a half wave.

“You can send him in,” Rodney said.

I shook my head. “He’s not here for business. He wants to go out to lunch. With both of us. Together.”

Rodney raised his eyebrows, and I knew he thought exactly what I had been thinking.

“Well, that should be interesting,” he said. “It’s not ideal, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” I said. Rodney glanced at my dad again, thinking. He didn’t look as stressed about it as I felt, but I knew he masked his emotions well. After more than twenty years in the business, Rodney had developed a very good poker face.

“What are we going to do?” I asked. “I’m not sure I’ll know how to handle this.”

Rodney shrugged slightly. “There is nothing to handle. I’m glad nothing else has happened between us since Saturday.”

His words struck me like physical punches. Was he really glad? I wasn’t sure if I was, but I supposed in this situation, it was better that way.

“I guess,” I said flatly.

Rodney looked at me with an expression I didn’t understand, pressing his palms flat against the desktop. “Well, we can’t exactly turn him away now. We should get this over and done with.”

He stood up, smiling at me, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. I didn’t know what he was thinking. I was suddenly panicking. How was I going to sit at the same table as Rodney and my dad? Everything I had been doing to get his attention had been away from home. I felt out of my depth. I had had no warning.

“Come along, Danielle,” Rodney ordered, and I had no choice but to follow him. He was right. We had to get it over and done with. There was no way we could get out of it.

When my dad saw us approaching, he smiled broadly. He was clearly looking forward to seeing the two of us together. How ironic that the both of us dreaded it. That was what happened when you harbored secrets. But my dad and Rodney were good friends, and this wasn’t exactly the kind of thing we needed to have a confession about. After all, it was my life, and I could choose what I wanted to do with it. Who didn’t have secrets from their dad?

At least, that was what I would keep telling myself to make it through this lunch.

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