“God, now that’s a hot piece of ass. Good job, man,” Cam comments as he stares at Becca’s ass while she walks down the hallway.
This infuriates me.
Hearing anyone speak of Becca in such a way lights a fire in me that I can’t seem to control.
“Shut the hell up.” I can’t help but scold him.
Cam has always been overly cocky, but when it comes to Becca, I won’t allow it. “You can have anyone you want. Leave my staff alone.”
Cam scoffs, brushing me off. “I don’t want just anyone. She’s playing hard to get, and you know I love a good chase.”
Something about that relieves me, knowing that Becca isn’t falling for Cam’s bullshit lines or his overzealous charm.
It wouldn’t be the first time Cam has stolen a woman from me.
The difference is, I didn’t love that girl, but Becca…I’llneverlet that happen.
Cam soon leaves once he sees that I don’t find his comments amusing, and I’m left alone, feeling annoyed.
Not only did he ruin a good moment we were having, but he admitted to trying to get her.
If only he knew…
Trying to get my mind off of that, I open my laptop to check some emails when I hear someone shouting in the hallway, and it’s growing closer.
“Someone went in and fucked up all the work I did this week,” Becca shouts angrily as she steps back into my office. “All that hard work, and it’s screwed.” She stands in front of me, her hands on her hips with red cheeks.
I keep it to myself, but she’s absolutely adorable when she’s flustered. “Alright, let’s just take a breath. What happened?”
Becca breathes for a moment. “I’m sorry for the freakout. And sorry for cursing at work. All the files that I organized and placed in by dates are all mixed up. That’s going to set me back a few days next week…”
“That was probably the new hire. I’m sorry that happened. I must not have been clear enough for her. How about this, I’ll stay late tonight and get it all fixed for you. I saw how hard you worked. It wouldn’t be fair to make you do it again all alone.” I keep my voice calm because getting worked up won’t help her at all.
It just means that I need to keep a closer eye on the woman I just hired to help one of my other campaign managers.
Her face calms and she sits down, her tension seeming to diminish a little.
Her tensed muscles relax as she looks at me.
“No, that’s not fair to let you do it all. I’ll stay late and help. Things at home are…taken care of, so I’m free.”
My heart skips a beat with her offer.
Is this finally my chance?
We’ll be all alone, with no distractions.
If nothing else, at least I can spend some more time with her.
I agree, and she leaves, telling me that she’s going to put all the folders in a box and bring them in here so we can sort them on a much larger floor than she has in the back office.
After she leaves, I count down the minutes until people clock out for the weekend.
I watch the elevator until the last person leaves the floor.
Becca soon comes back, holding a large cardboard box filled to the brim with folders.
Seeing the work she is spreading out on the floor, I feel a little overwhelmed.
