She gives me a death stare, squeaks out a sound that a three-year-old might make over a hairy lollipop, then runs from the room.
“You can’t just fire people for no reason. She didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You said we were starting fresh, and you’re right, she had to go,” he says, dropping his eyes down my body.
“It’s her job, her living, Mason. You can’t take that away from her because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”
“I just did,” he says matter of fact. “Turn around.”
“No.”
He grabs my waist and spins me. I hear the zip of my skirt, and then it pools to the floor. “If you think you can tame me with your mouth right now, you’re going to be in for a shock. You’re having a mare today, Bossman.”
When he turns me back around, he is on his knees, his sole focus on my leg. “It’s still red.” He leans in, softly running his lips across the pink flesh. “I shouldn’t have left before,” he mutters, and I can see he is at war with himself, his features tightening as his eyes roam.
“It doesn’t even hurt now. Henry got the first aid kit pretty fast.” Not being able to deny him the contact, I reach out, running my hand through his hair.
It’s been over a week. I’ve missed him.
“It doesn’t hurt?” He looks up at me.
I shake my head, smiling at his blatant worry. I didn’t expect coming here to end like this. If he’d shown this concern at the gym and not caused a scene, none of this would have happened.
He is right, though, after everything from last week and the fact I really do want a fresh start, maybe the receptionist did need to go. She wasn’t exactly welcoming, and how would I feel knowing she worked so closely with him every day?
“So. My boyfriend?” I question, looking down at him.
“That’s what I said.”
“Just like that, you’re not going to ask me?”
He stands, running his hands up the backs of my thighs as he moves. He lifts me, bringing my legs around his waist as he carries me to his desk, then sits me on the edge.
He drops into the chair in front of me. “I’ve dreamt about having you on this desk,” he mutters, running his hands up my thighs.
I look down at the desk as a thought crosses my mind, making me frown. Has he had her on this desk? I slip from the edge and stand in front of him, not liking the way that thought makes me feel.
“Have you had sex on your desk before?” I whisper, staring at his chest, too afraid to give him my eyes.
He doesn’t say anything, and I’m glad I didn’t see his reaction. I swallow hard as he stands, towering over me. “Nina.” He cups my face, and for no reason I can explain. Tears spring to my eyes. “Nina, I’ve never had sex in my office.”
My glassy eyes lift to his, and I hope he can’t see the emotion in them.
“I may have blurred lines with my staff at the end of a day, but never here, I promise.”
I lean into him, unsure as to why I feel so emotional. His woodsy smell makes me heady. “Sorry, for turning up here,” I say into his crisp white shirt, probably getting my foundation all over it. “Are you actually going to fire her?”
“Yes, she isn’t even that good.” I frown, pulling away from him. “What? No, I mean at her job, not… Jesus, Nina.” He pulls me back to him, and I let him.
“Can’t you just put her in a different role? One where she isn’t around you so much.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
I don’t want to be responsible for someone losing their job. I know how hard it is to find work in the city.
But I also know that he won’t back down and I have to let it go. For now.
“I’m glad you turned up.” He kisses my temple. “Although you did kick out my entire financial and legal team.” He chuckles into my hair.
