When she arrived at Andrea’s desk she looked up and smiled, “Miss Pryor, Mr Booker is expecting you, go straight in.”
Steph paused for a minute, “You don’t have to call me Miss Pryor. Steph is fine.”
Andrea returned her smile, “I don’t know whether that would be right in your position.”
Steph laughed and said seriously, “I think you rank considerably higher on the food chain than me around here, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Thank you, now you should go in. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” said Andrea signalling the end of their conversation.
Steph stood at the door to Jon’s office and knocked gently, just like she did at the doctors even when she’d been called in over the P.A. system. She slowly opened the door and realised Jon was talking on his phone. She attempted to back out and close the door, but he waved her in.
“No, that’s fine Charlie. Yes, half past seven is good for me, but please do not allow Lindsay to subject us to a blow by blow account of each and every photo,” he said and laughed loudly at Charlie’s reply. “Yes, and that is why she is married to you and not me. Yeah, see you later, mate, bye.” He hung up before walking over and turning his attention to Steph. “So just how late were you this morning?” His amusement was obvious.
“It was almost ten o’clock when I got here,” she told him making him laugh.
“And on your first day too, Miss Pryor. Grant told you off?” He led her to the leather sofa where lunch appeared to be laid out on the coffee table.
“No, Grant was lovely, but that knob Dave Madeley made it obvious to everyone around me that he was bollocking me. Can’t I move back to legal?”
“Dave is just flexing his muscles because he rightfully knows he is on dodgy ground himself after the fiasco of the Manchester deal and everyone knows your figures are beyond retribution,” he said salaciously. “But I didn’t bollock him in front of anyone else. Do you want me to have a word, or to get Grant to?” Jon pulled her down to sit next to him.
“Ouch,” she cried as her behind made contact with the seat that felt much firmer today than it usually did. She ignored Jon’s smile. “No, please do not say anything to anyone, just let me move back to legal. I liked it in legal.”
“I know you did, but you work for accounts now, not legal.”
Her pout was followed by a loud tut.
“Darling, you will soon settle in and if you decide to go down the consultancy route you may have to get used to slotting into offices you’re not familiar with, but next week you can base yourself in the conference room up here with all the quarterly figures, okay?”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“They really are becoming two of my favourite words. How is your arse?” He grinned before passing her a cup of tea and indicating to the lunch of sandwiches, salad and cake in front of them. “Now eat something for lunch.”
She accepted the cup of tea and picked up a sandwich before replying, “My arse is on fire if you really want to know and I think poor Grant thinks I have worms or piles or something else equally attractive.”
Jon laughed loudly, laughter she joined in with.
“I know you’d said about things being spontaneous, but I did decide this morning that I should go with no spanking on a school night.”
“Did you now?” he asked quite seriously.
“But then it made me keep thinking about last night and I rethought it,” she admitted as she sipped her tea.
“Well, that’s good . . .” he moved his face towards hers. “Because if you recall I am the one in charge, dominating you,” he whispered in her ear as he slipped a hand under her jacket and rested it in the small of her back before pulling her closer so she was resting against him where she could hear her own breathing, loud and raspy.
He lowered his lips to rest against hers before teasing her with the promise of a kiss or something more, but then gently kissed her, just once, with lips closed. Jon sat back leaving her feeling flustered now as she tried to refocus and drink her tea.
“I assume I will see you at Charlie’s tonight?”
“Yes, I had a text off Lindsay this morning, so I assume I will be seeing you there too, on a Thursday?”
“So it would seem, but we did agree flexibility in our time together so if you’re planning on coming back to mine tonight you might want to pack some work clothes for tomorrow.”
“But you said I could work from home tomorrow,” she reminded him.
“Change of plan there, darling, I have four departments who haven’t submitted their quarterly figures so I have suggested to Dave that he sends you off to help them complete them this afternoon and tomorrow, but it will mean that you will be away from your desk for most of the time.”
“Okay, and I can really take up residence in the conference room next week?” she asked.
