"So many things, but I like my job, so I'll keep them to myself."
He chuckles.
"I ordered the cake and purchased the decorations for her party next week. Please make a note in Sharpie on your forehead so you don't forget," I request.
"On my forehead?"
"Mhmm. For as much as you love yourself, I’m sure you look in the mirror and admire yourself a lot, so there'd be no forgetting date, time, or place."
His nostrils flare and I try hard to keep the smile hidden.
"Is that all you needed, Ms. Sullivan?" he asks shortly.
"From you? Yes. Thank you." I turn to walk out of the office and pause to look back. I catch him staring at my ass and I'm thankful I chose today to wear my pencil skirt. "Have a good afternoon… Sir," I say breathily, and his eyes widen. I turn the corner, and only then do I let the smile break through. Jamie looks over and mouths, "Wow," while fanning herself.
Sullivan 1.
Pierce 0.
