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for him. Of course his
family would have his private numbers, but still, his silence on
the matter got me intrigued. He might flaunt his dates in public,
but everything else was kept close to his chest, including what he
did Thursday afternoons.
We did talk politics and economics, books and
movies, current affairs and history, however. Our conversations
ranged from the deep to the frivolous. We worked long hours,
sometimes at the same desk, looking at the same monitor. His
knowledge of business and financials was impressive, and I felt out
of my depth, but he showed me how he'd come to his conclusions step
by step. I slowly took over more of the internal, day-to-day
running of the organization to free up his time to do what he did
best—make money for his stakeholders.
I'd never been so in sync with my managers
before. With anyone. It was the perfect partnership. That's why it
scared the hell out of me.
What was he going to do if he found out I was
lying to him?
But I couldn't think like that. None of my
other bosses had ever learned of my deception and it was unlikely
Reece would either. As soon as I'd found something to thwart his
Serendipity plans and passed it along to Ellen, I would end the
contract, claiming it was time to move on, and quietly leave his
employment.
In the mean time, I had to keep my wits about
me and my hormones in check. I was doing okay at the former, but
not the latter. My hormones jumped whenever he brushed against me.
He never mentioned sleeping with me again, but I got the impression
he hadn't forgotten his promise that he always slept with his
assistants. He made it impossible to forget. It was in his eyes as
he watched me, and was definitely present whenever we accidentally
touched. It was just a hand here or an arm there, but the contact
always sent my heart rate higher and my blood warmer.
"What kind of break did you have in mind?" I
asked. Maybe he would invite me along to wherever it was he went on
Thursday afternoons.
"I've been invited to a launch party by the
CEO of a company I invest in. They're releasing a new version of
their phone."
I sat back and blinked at him. "You want me
to be your date," I said flatly.
He shrugged. "Call it whatever you like. I'm
asking you to accompany me."
"I told you, I won't sleep with you."
"I don't go past first base on a first date,"
he said, eyes twinkling.
Yeah, sure. Like I was going to fall for
that. Besides, I knew about the phone launch. I'd even seen the
invitation when it came across my desk. There would be media in
attendance and gossip mongers watching the high flying corporate
types. Everyone would see me on Reece's arm and would conclude that
I was his latest fuck. No thanks. It wasn't what I signed up for,
and it certainly wasn't a good idea where Becky was concerned.
She'd hate me if she found out.
"Going out with you is not my idea of a
break," I lied. A quiet date, with no attention, sounded wonderful,
but I didn't tell him that. "Unlike you, I don't mix work and
pleasure."
He drew his lips together and stared down at
the desk. After a moment he blew out a breath and stood. "Don't
make me fire you," he said lazily as he walked into his office.
"You're too good to lose."
I stared at his closed door. I wasn't sure
what to make of that comment. All I did know was that I'd liked
having him sit on my desk with me, flirt with me, and ask me out.
Liked it very much. If circumstances were different—
No. Forget that kind of talk. Circumstances
weren't different. It was pointless pining for something that
wasn't mine to have. Guys like Reece Kavanagh broke hearts. They
didn't want long term, only short. The evidence of it was in the
document Ellen had given me listing his girlfriends. His many, many
girlfriends. Or rather, dates. Girlfriend implied he cared. I
doubted Reece had cared for the likes of Ally. His cavalier
dismissal of her after fucking her in the storeroom was evidence of
that. No way would I let him do that to me. I
family would have his private numbers, but still, his silence on
the matter got me intrigued. He might flaunt his dates in public,
but everything else was kept close to his chest, including what he
did Thursday afternoons.
We did talk politics and economics, books and
movies, current affairs and history, however. Our conversations
ranged from the deep to the frivolous. We worked long hours,
sometimes at the same desk, looking at the same monitor. His
knowledge of business and financials was impressive, and I felt out
of my depth, but he showed me how he'd come to his conclusions step
by step. I slowly took over more of the internal, day-to-day
running of the organization to free up his time to do what he did
best—make money for his stakeholders.
I'd never been so in sync with my managers
before. With anyone. It was the perfect partnership. That's why it
scared the hell out of me.
What was he going to do if he found out I was
lying to him?
But I couldn't think like that. None of my
other bosses had ever learned of my deception and it was unlikely
Reece would either. As soon as I'd found something to thwart his
Serendipity plans and passed it along to Ellen, I would end the
contract, claiming it was time to move on, and quietly leave his
employment.
In the mean time, I had to keep my wits about
me and my hormones in check. I was doing okay at the former, but
not the latter. My hormones jumped whenever he brushed against me.
He never mentioned sleeping with me again, but I got the impression
he hadn't forgotten his promise that he always slept with his
assistants. He made it impossible to forget. It was in his eyes as
he watched me, and was definitely present whenever we accidentally
touched. It was just a hand here or an arm there, but the contact
always sent my heart rate higher and my blood warmer.
"What kind of break did you have in mind?" I
asked. Maybe he would invite me along to wherever it was he went on
Thursday afternoons.
"I've been invited to a launch party by the
CEO of a company I invest in. They're releasing a new version of
their phone."
I sat back and blinked at him. "You want me
to be your date," I said flatly.
He shrugged. "Call it whatever you like. I'm
asking you to accompany me."
"I told you, I won't sleep with you."
"I don't go past first base on a first date,"
he said, eyes twinkling.
Yeah, sure. Like I was going to fall for
that. Besides, I knew about the phone launch. I'd even seen the
invitation when it came across my desk. There would be media in
attendance and gossip mongers watching the high flying corporate
types. Everyone would see me on Reece's arm and would conclude that
I was his latest fuck. No thanks. It wasn't what I signed up for,
and it certainly wasn't a good idea where Becky was concerned.
She'd hate me if she found out.
"Going out with you is not my idea of a
break," I lied. A quiet date, with no attention, sounded wonderful,
but I didn't tell him that. "Unlike you, I don't mix work and
pleasure."
He drew his lips together and stared down at
the desk. After a moment he blew out a breath and stood. "Don't
make me fire you," he said lazily as he walked into his office.
"You're too good to lose."
I stared at his closed door. I wasn't sure
what to make of that comment. All I did know was that I'd liked
having him sit on my desk with me, flirt with me, and ask me out.
Liked it very much. If circumstances were different—
No. Forget that kind of talk. Circumstances
weren't different. It was pointless pining for something that
wasn't mine to have. Guys like Reece Kavanagh broke hearts. They
didn't want long term, only short. The evidence of it was in the
document Ellen had given me listing his girlfriends. His many, many
girlfriends. Or rather, dates. Girlfriend implied he cared. I
doubted Reece had cared for the likes of Ally. His cavalier
dismissal of her after fucking her in the storeroom was evidence of
that. No way would I let him do that to me. I
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