He laughed. “As much as your heart desires, but if you puke in the rig, you’re cleaning it up.”
“Deal.”
“In other news... we’re hiring.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
He nodded. “And Matt wants to hire you.”
I clapped my hands. “Really?”
I was currently in training, having discovered my passion was numbers in the form of forensic accounting. In order to get any kind of decent position within the FBI, however, you had to have work experience, so that had been my focus over the past few weeks.
“Yeah. It’d be entry level—”
“I accept.”
“It’s shit pay, baby. Do you want to take that kind of step back?”
“I’m not doing this for the money. I have enough in savings to keep me going for more than ten years, you know that.” I closed the distance between us and slid my arms around his waist. “Do you not want me to work with you?”
“No, I love the idea. And the fact you’re focusing on a desk job makes me very, very happy.”
I grinned. “I know. So, why are you hesitant?”
“Because I’m never going to see you.”
“You’ll see me.”
“If you’re working a normal forty-hour work week, and I’m working the crazy hours I work, it’ll be hard.”
“That would be true for any job I get,” I reminded him. “But if I’m working in your office, we’ll have more chances to steal time together.”
“You have a point.” He smiled, cupping my face. “Jesus, you’re smart.”
I laughed. “It’s why they want to pay me the small bucks.”
“You’re still gonna have to go through the interview process and it’s not a guarantee...”
“Yep, I get it. It’s all good. If I don’t get the job, I won’t take it personally.”
“This is why I love you, you know that right?”
“I thought it was because of my stellar twat.”
“Oh, yeah. That too.” He grinned, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist. “In fact, I think I need to visit with your stellar twat for a bit.”
“I have girls’ night.”
“I just need ten minutes.”
I let out a snort. “When have you ever gone less than thirty?”
He grinned, dropping me gently on the bed.
“I appreciate you being in just your bra and panties, Rufus,” he said, leaning over me.
I tugged on his shirt. “If you’d gotten home on time, I’d be in my little blue dress.”
