“It is a really great ass, though.”What I wouldn’t give to get my hands on it, so pert, so perfect.
“It’s a good thing you’re quitting.The way you’re talking about him, I’d be worried about a harassment claim.”She squawked when I swatted her arm with my fork.“When will you hand in your notice?”
“No time like the present.”
Every steptowards the bar steeled my resolve.The facts were simple: even if this was just a weird horny crush, it was time to move on from the bar and start the next chapter of my life.
No doubt he’d be glad to see me go.Sam and I had never worked particularly well together, and whatever changes he made to the bar were just that—his changes.To his bar.
To stay would mean giving up my creative freedom to fit his vision of the bar and stifling my instincts just to be what someone else wanted me to be, which went against my every molecule.
And if he really still needed help understanding the scene here (which I honestly doubted, I mean, I’d seen him be polite to Stephen jackoff Pierce.If he wanted to, he could charm the panties off every person in town.He hardly needed my help there).
So, if he still wanted my help, then I would stand by my word and help him.
I just couldn’t work under him anymore.
If he wanted me under him in any other capacity.Well …
That could easily be arranged.
So, yes.By the time I was at the bar, up the stairs, knocking on his apartment door, I was resolved.Resolute.Convinced.
I would quit.
Whether he liked it or not.
He opened the door, looking like he was about to step out, wrapped up to shield himself from the strong wind chill that had swept through town this morning.
“Tiffany.This is a surprise.”
Damn those ethereal silver eyes and plush cupid’s bow and clipped beard.Damn him in that thick woolen coat and scarf, looking like he stepped out of a damn catalog.I bet he even smelled amazing, the bastard.
He didn’t even have the guts to look smug anymore.These days when he smiled, it was too genuine.Jesus, I wanted to hate him for making me feel this way.
I never thought I’d want Harry back, but fuck.At least I never wanted to screw Harry.
Pushing past him, I walked into his apartment, unable to bear the weight of his gaze any longer.“We need to talk.”
I would have laughed if I wasn’t so keyed up.The first time in my life that I utter that phrase, and it’s to a boss who made me so mad I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to throw a drink in his face or tie him down and ride him until he forgot his own damn name.
Both.Either.All of the above.
Fuck.
“Ok.Please come inside.”I could hear the dry humor in his voice.That uniquely Sam way of telling a joke that I’d always taken as cold disdain.
Hell, it could still be.I was so hopped up on horniness I wasn’t thinking straight.
A loud meow startled me, and within seconds, I saw a black and white cat slink around the corner to sit at Sam’s feet.Another loud meow was aimed at him.
Sam leaned down to scratch behind her ears.“Hello, Luna.”I’m too stunned to think much of anything.Sam had a cat?
When he straightened, there was another loud meow, the cat clearly unsatisfied.
Sam used the same tone I often found directed at me.“Luna, you’ve already been fed.”
Then, I found her attentions redirected towards me, as if only now noticing my presence.After a sweep past my legs, she came to a stop by my feet.
