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demonstration of a similar guidance system to be used for ground vehicles. It’s geared more towards domestic use. Something about having to have a map of the terrain already loaded. I don’t know.” Georgiana swallowed her last bite of chocolate beignet, caught the gleam of impending geekdom in Robert’s eye. She couldn’t resist teasing him a bit. “Let me have your firstborn child and I’ll let you watch.”
A slow, sensual smile spread across Robert’s face. He took a long sip from his mug and eyed Georgiana over the rim. “How can I turn down a proposition like that?”
Georgiana’s cheeks reddened. She glanced around to make sure no one had heard their exchange. She’d told Robert that his flirting had no effect on her, but she’d lied. She was as susceptible as any heterosexual woman with a heartbeat. “That’s not what I meant!”
“No?” Robert shook his head, shrugged. “That’s a shame.”
“Oh god,” she groaned. Images of little dark-haired, square-jawed boys and blonde, brown-eyed girls danced through her head. Each imaginary child carried a scientific calculator and drafting pencil. “Can you imagine what geeks they’d be, though?”
“Born with a slide rule or laptop in their tiny little hands,” Robert agreed. He returned his mug to the table and pushed his chair back. “Is there still time for that tour? I haven’t been in the building in years.”
Though her feet were certain to exact their revenge later, Georgiana gave him a tour of all the non-restricted areas. If he were going to continue as liaison, she would need to set him up with a security pass. He would have the same access as Dan, and it would get him into a few of the research and development sections. It would also allow him to use the CA pool and gym, though she knew for a fact the gym at his father’s house was larger and better equipped.
Half an hour before the start of the meeting, she left him at the main security hub and returned to her office. Yvonne grinned at her knowingly. Georgiana indulged in her inner five-year-old and stuck her tongue out at her smirking assistant.
“It’s a good thing we don’t have cameras in the elevators isn’t it, Ms. Collier?”
“It wouldn’t matter if we did.” Georgiana dug a battered leather folio from her bag. Her father had given it to her after her high school graduation, and she liked having a piece of him with her in the meetings. “All you would have seen was two adults talking.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s not what I would have done with him. Geeks.” Yvonne clucked her tongue. She slipped the folio out of her boss’s hands and exchanged it for a powered-up tablet PC. “All the notes you need are on here. No more doodling during meetings. It makes the suits nervous”
“Aren’t I a suit?”
“No, ma’am. You’re a grease monkey; a very smart, very rich, robot-obsessed, attractive, high-tech grease monkey, true, but you are no suit. Mr. Norwood is a suit.”
“He’s a geek, you know.”
“Yes, but he knows how to play the game, so he’s also a suit. Stop pouting.”
Yvonne tucked the folio under her arm. Part of the reason Georgiana had hired her as an assistant was her ability to keep Georgiana focused and push her in the right directions. Yvonne wasn’t afraid of calling her out on her bad habits. Polite and respectful didn’t work when Yvonne had to pull, quite literally on numerous occasions, her boss away from her latest project.
Georgiana tried to stay focused on the representative from her legal department, but it was hard when Robert’s knee brushed her thigh every time he moved. She made a mental note to have the chairs in the conference room inspected. Surely they weren’t so uncomfortable that he needed to shift so often. In the first ten minutes, he’d touched her fifteen times. At that rate of movement, and given the average length of
A slow, sensual smile spread across Robert’s face. He took a long sip from his mug and eyed Georgiana over the rim. “How can I turn down a proposition like that?”
Georgiana’s cheeks reddened. She glanced around to make sure no one had heard their exchange. She’d told Robert that his flirting had no effect on her, but she’d lied. She was as susceptible as any heterosexual woman with a heartbeat. “That’s not what I meant!”
“No?” Robert shook his head, shrugged. “That’s a shame.”
“Oh god,” she groaned. Images of little dark-haired, square-jawed boys and blonde, brown-eyed girls danced through her head. Each imaginary child carried a scientific calculator and drafting pencil. “Can you imagine what geeks they’d be, though?”
“Born with a slide rule or laptop in their tiny little hands,” Robert agreed. He returned his mug to the table and pushed his chair back. “Is there still time for that tour? I haven’t been in the building in years.”
Though her feet were certain to exact their revenge later, Georgiana gave him a tour of all the non-restricted areas. If he were going to continue as liaison, she would need to set him up with a security pass. He would have the same access as Dan, and it would get him into a few of the research and development sections. It would also allow him to use the CA pool and gym, though she knew for a fact the gym at his father’s house was larger and better equipped.
Half an hour before the start of the meeting, she left him at the main security hub and returned to her office. Yvonne grinned at her knowingly. Georgiana indulged in her inner five-year-old and stuck her tongue out at her smirking assistant.
“It’s a good thing we don’t have cameras in the elevators isn’t it, Ms. Collier?”
“It wouldn’t matter if we did.” Georgiana dug a battered leather folio from her bag. Her father had given it to her after her high school graduation, and she liked having a piece of him with her in the meetings. “All you would have seen was two adults talking.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s not what I would have done with him. Geeks.” Yvonne clucked her tongue. She slipped the folio out of her boss’s hands and exchanged it for a powered-up tablet PC. “All the notes you need are on here. No more doodling during meetings. It makes the suits nervous”
“Aren’t I a suit?”
“No, ma’am. You’re a grease monkey; a very smart, very rich, robot-obsessed, attractive, high-tech grease monkey, true, but you are no suit. Mr. Norwood is a suit.”
“He’s a geek, you know.”
“Yes, but he knows how to play the game, so he’s also a suit. Stop pouting.”
Yvonne tucked the folio under her arm. Part of the reason Georgiana had hired her as an assistant was her ability to keep Georgiana focused and push her in the right directions. Yvonne wasn’t afraid of calling her out on her bad habits. Polite and respectful didn’t work when Yvonne had to pull, quite literally on numerous occasions, her boss away from her latest project.
Georgiana tried to stay focused on the representative from her legal department, but it was hard when Robert’s knee brushed her thigh every time he moved. She made a mental note to have the chairs in the conference room inspected. Surely they weren’t so uncomfortable that he needed to shift so often. In the first ten minutes, he’d touched her fifteen times. At that rate of movement, and given the average length of
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