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to promote those two and not me. You would’ve accused me of favoritism.”
“Why? Because Russell’s your brother?”
“ Half -brother, Peter, don’t get it twisted. And that isn’t want I meant, not entirely. I’m talking about your little favorite, Sigourney.” She sipped from her coffee in a delicate manner deserving of a royal family member. “I don’t like her but I have to admit she’s damn good at her job and can keep up with Russell. She deserves the promotion. If anything, she’ll offer differing opinions from the majority of the campaign assistants around here who thrive in ‘group think.’ I’m sure you feel the same way otherwise you wouldn’t have promoted her.”
Peter was silent for a moment. He agreed with his campaign manager otherwise they wouldn’t have been through so much together. He would have either gotten rid of her or she would have quit. Their relationship was far from conventional but that was partly why it worked. He grudgingly admitted to respecting Kylie a lot.
Perhaps that was the dichotomy with Sigourney. He respected her too because she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and ask the hard questions. However, he also wanted to sleep with her and that was an issue.
He could guarantee if someone had asked him ten years ago if he’d think of breaking his wedding vows, he would have responded not a chance. Relationships became old and stale, especially when children were thrown into the mix. It was easier for any man to say he would never go there, especially with someone who he could be accused of sexual harassment. Sigourney was his employee after all, and he was her employer.
When all was said and done, he couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t put his hand in the flame yet again, but this time, he would certainly be burned.
Chapter Nine
Sigourney
“S o, where are we going?”
“If I told you that then I would have to kill you.” Russell smiled, his blue-green eyes warmed up and I felt myself sink into them easily and effortlessly.
When did my feelings change from him being the most annoying person on earth to me slightly crushing on him to the latest stage of not being able to keep my hands off of him?
It was Wednesday evening and Peter had given the three of us: Kylie, Russell and me Thursday off to prepare for Independence Day that fell on a blessed Friday. Work with Russell was fun and exciting because we successfully bounced issues and ideas off one another really well. Neither one of us talked about anything personal and kept our working relationship strictly professional.
Sometimes, we shared our love for our favorite shows—mine being Scandal , True Blood and Sons of Anarchy to his, which were American Horror Story , The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones . This was as much into pop culture as we’d allowed ourselves to venture other than trading Google+ and Facebook information so we could chat online.
I looked forward to knowing more about the private Russell and now I was being given the opportunity. He’d called me ten minutes before he showed up at my home. It barely lasted twenty seconds with a quick “Pack light,” from him after I’d answered. I desperately wanted to know what he had up his sleeve as I finished up my version of packing light.
“I’m ready.” I grinned at him as I zipped up my luggage bag which was big enough to store my essentials and clothes but small enough to be considered carry-on luggage. “Are you at least going to tell me whether we’ll be boarding a plane?”
His eyes stared at me with a fueled intensity I couldn’t begin to explain. “No, I won’t. You’ll just have to go with the flow and hopefully, you’ll like it.”
“I would like you to know you aren’t fair at all. How do I know if I’m even dressed appropriately?”
“How would you not be? You’re wearing white jean capris and a lemon yellow short-sleeved top. Your hair is in a ponytail and you look flawless. I approve of what you
“Why? Because Russell’s your brother?”
“ Half -brother, Peter, don’t get it twisted. And that isn’t want I meant, not entirely. I’m talking about your little favorite, Sigourney.” She sipped from her coffee in a delicate manner deserving of a royal family member. “I don’t like her but I have to admit she’s damn good at her job and can keep up with Russell. She deserves the promotion. If anything, she’ll offer differing opinions from the majority of the campaign assistants around here who thrive in ‘group think.’ I’m sure you feel the same way otherwise you wouldn’t have promoted her.”
Peter was silent for a moment. He agreed with his campaign manager otherwise they wouldn’t have been through so much together. He would have either gotten rid of her or she would have quit. Their relationship was far from conventional but that was partly why it worked. He grudgingly admitted to respecting Kylie a lot.
Perhaps that was the dichotomy with Sigourney. He respected her too because she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and ask the hard questions. However, he also wanted to sleep with her and that was an issue.
He could guarantee if someone had asked him ten years ago if he’d think of breaking his wedding vows, he would have responded not a chance. Relationships became old and stale, especially when children were thrown into the mix. It was easier for any man to say he would never go there, especially with someone who he could be accused of sexual harassment. Sigourney was his employee after all, and he was her employer.
When all was said and done, he couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t put his hand in the flame yet again, but this time, he would certainly be burned.
Chapter Nine
Sigourney
“S o, where are we going?”
“If I told you that then I would have to kill you.” Russell smiled, his blue-green eyes warmed up and I felt myself sink into them easily and effortlessly.
When did my feelings change from him being the most annoying person on earth to me slightly crushing on him to the latest stage of not being able to keep my hands off of him?
It was Wednesday evening and Peter had given the three of us: Kylie, Russell and me Thursday off to prepare for Independence Day that fell on a blessed Friday. Work with Russell was fun and exciting because we successfully bounced issues and ideas off one another really well. Neither one of us talked about anything personal and kept our working relationship strictly professional.
Sometimes, we shared our love for our favorite shows—mine being Scandal , True Blood and Sons of Anarchy to his, which were American Horror Story , The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones . This was as much into pop culture as we’d allowed ourselves to venture other than trading Google+ and Facebook information so we could chat online.
I looked forward to knowing more about the private Russell and now I was being given the opportunity. He’d called me ten minutes before he showed up at my home. It barely lasted twenty seconds with a quick “Pack light,” from him after I’d answered. I desperately wanted to know what he had up his sleeve as I finished up my version of packing light.
“I’m ready.” I grinned at him as I zipped up my luggage bag which was big enough to store my essentials and clothes but small enough to be considered carry-on luggage. “Are you at least going to tell me whether we’ll be boarding a plane?”
His eyes stared at me with a fueled intensity I couldn’t begin to explain. “No, I won’t. You’ll just have to go with the flow and hopefully, you’ll like it.”
“I would like you to know you aren’t fair at all. How do I know if I’m even dressed appropriately?”
“How would you not be? You’re wearing white jean capris and a lemon yellow short-sleeved top. Your hair is in a ponytail and you look flawless. I approve of what you
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