Tracy was the floor receptionist. She had looked like the grandmotherly type.
Rodney’s face softened. “When you’re stuck with something, just come to me. I’ll be happy to take the time to show you the ropes.”
God, there were other things I would love for him to show me. I scolded myself for being so dirty.
“All right, thank you,” I said and smiled.
Rodney glanced at his watch. “I have a conference call I need to take in a few minutes. I’ll be at my desk. You can settle in here, make your desk your own.”
I nodded. Rodney walked through the glass door, and I followed him with my eyes to his desk. From where I sat, I could see him perfectly. I watched him as he dialed the number and started talking. The glass was soundproof. Good to know.
I watched him as he spoke, his mouth moving without sound. He was an Adonis, sent from the heavens to save us poor mortals. And God, was I a damsel in distress.