As much as I don’t want to admit it, I have been watching our social media pages, and since Tillie has taken control, every damn one of them has skyrocketed.
She has the knowledge to somehow make everything work in our favor, and I damn well hate it. Sure, she has the training and the background knowledge. But the things I learned werephysical. I put blood, sweat, and tears into them. She sat behind a computer and used textbooks to learn. I figured it out the hard way—the real way.
You can’t beat real-life experience.
That’s what gets you ahead in this life, doesn’t it?
Fuck!I don’t know anymore.
I need to get my head out of my ass because I despise admitting defeat. Tillie might be damn good at her job, but I’ll be fucked if I’m going to let her get the better of me. She proved she may know her shit, but she doesn’t know Recoil.
I can still prove I’m worthy of this band and push her out if it comes to that. I will show her who the boss is if I need to. She may think she has the band wrapped around her cute little finger, but I have no problem showing her who the real leader is.
I am this band.
This band wouldn’t be where it is today without me.
“I am Recoil!” I say proudly.
“Really? I thought Recoil wasfourpeople?” Tillie states in her charmingly squeaky little voice behind me, surprising me so much that I jump slightly like a startled and somewhat spoiled kid.
Swinging around quickly, I notice we’re in the kitchen completely alone. “Fuck. Me! You do know it’s rude to sneak up on people?”
She smirks, leaning past me to switch the coffee machine on that I was going to use during my stupid self-empowerment session. Her arm grazes mine, and a spark shoots through me—must be static electricity from the ridiculous apricot carpet—which makes the hairs on my arms stand on end.
“Well, I was too busy watching you amp yourself up. I wasn’t going to interrupt, but then you started talking to yourself. So you know, they say that’s the first sign of madness and all.”
“You think I’m crazy?” I ask, clearly annoyed.
She smirks. “Relax, Ryan, I’m joking. You’re so tense.”
I roll my eyes in answer.
As her coffee brews, I glance at the machine, craving a cup but not wanting to wait for hers to finish. “I’ll come back,” I say.
She shakes her head infinitesimally. “Jesus Christ, Ryan, I’m not that horrible. You can wait around with me while the coffee brews, and if I amthatterrible, you can have my fucking cup, and I’ll get the next one.”
I swallow hard and slump my shoulders as she picks up the cup of coffee and raises her eyebrow, gesturing for me to take it. I’m torn, wondering what the hell I should do. Do I grab the cup like I want to, confirming I am the jerk I feel like, or do I let her have it and risk her sticking around to talk?
I decide to go for it, but as I lean forward, taking hold of the cup, she tightens her grip. While she grins, I grit my teeth in response. “Fine, keep the fucking cup.”
She giggles, and instead of pulling back, she reaches her hand forward, mirroring my motion as I draw back and refuse the mug. Somehow, the hot coffee gets caught in our tug-of-war, and the coffee sloshes out, spilling down the front of her white blouse. Tillie screams as the steaming liquid splashes against her breasts, and I widen my eyes in shock as I watch the fluid stain her white top to beige. Not to mention, it also turns it completely see-through.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” she says in quick succession as she pulls the top on and off her chest in a fanning motion while the mug falls to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces. Too stunned to move, I stand here gawking at her lacy white bra, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. My cock instantly stiffens as she watches me ogling her, then down to her basically naked chest.
Tillie’s face flushes bright red, and she folds her arms over herself. “Thanks for your help, Ryan!” She then turns and storms off toward her office.
Clearing my throat, I watch her rush off in a frenzy, still fanning herself from the obviously hot coffee.
Shit! I should’ve helped her.
But I was utterly stunned by the two perfectly shaped nipples peeping back at me through her lace bra.
Fuck!
My cock is twitching again, forcing me to firmly grab it, rearranging it in my pants while shaking my head. Realizing I need to do something constructive, I bend down and pick up as many pieces of the broken mug as possible, then sweep up the rest. My heart races in my chest, and my ears pound while I try to calm my frantic thoughts. Seeing Tillie exposed like that, even though it was completely fucking hilarious, was utterly arousing, and that scares the shit out of me.
I cannotbe attracted to her.
