“Okay, that’s enough affection for you today. Let's get this show on the road.” He closes his office door behind him and starts walking further down the hallway. I wave at Maddie and jog after him. He looks up at me with suspicion. “You’re joyful today. One might think you got laid or something?”
“Who, me? I’m still a virgin,” I chirp out, feigning offense with my high-pitched tone. I even clutch imaginary pearls to my chest for dramatic effect.
“And I’m a fan of DC Comics,” he throws back at me, and I laugh. I’m surprised he was able to even joke about that shit without shuddering in disgust. His aversion for Justice League is well known among our group of friends, so is his fiance’s.
“I’m going to tell Ryan that you're a cheater who cheats. How could you betray Marvel like that? I bet you secretly get off on fanfic of Superman and Aquaman docking.” Come to think of it, I wouldn’t say no to watching that.
“I certainly do not. And you’re certainly not a virgin, not since you were sixteen.
“Damn it. You’re right. And I did get laid last night. Best bathroom hookup ever! Just thinking about it gives me a semi. Maybe I should reconsider the ‘no repeat’ rule. But I don’t know the guy, and the chances of meeting him again are close to none.” My chest collapses into a sad sigh. “Do you think Jack would let me watch the CCTV? Maybe if I can get a close up of his face, I can do one of those Tik Tok posts ‘Help me find my hookup!’” Hmm... I may be half joking, but it's really not a bad idea.
“Oh, dear God. Please contain yourself for a little while longer. No inappropriate boners. I told Eric you’re the best at what you do, so think of gross things. Breaking a nail or some shit.” He stops in front of Eric Smith’s office and looks me in the eyes like he’s giving me a few moments to calm my dick down. It’s not even noticeable. So I nod toward the door for him to knock.
“I’m sure I can find some dose of professionalism in me for… let’s say, fifteen minutes?” I whisper playfully.
Drew rolls his eyes and knocks on the door. I hear a bored, rumbled “Come in” called from the other side. I have no idea why, but that voice goes straight to my dick. I look down quickly to make sure that I'm not indeed sporting an awkward boner. Clearly, there are some residual submissive tendencies lingering from last night.
Taking a deep breath and picturing the crackhead that I saw this morning making out with a fire hydrant, I follow Drew inside. My eyes drift around the office. It's just as elegant and plush as the rest of the floor, and just as impersonable. It tells me nothing about the man who works here. The typical law degrees and commendations hang on the wall, along with his bar certification and a few small framed pictures that I can’t quite make out from here. Guess I’ll have to get my measure directly from the man.
“Good morning, Eric. I have somebody I would like you to meet. Hopefully you have already had your morning coffee—you might need it with this one.”
Drew’s jovial words pull my attention back to him and I flick his arm playfully. He steps to the side so I can greet the man who will hopefully be my new boss...
CHAPTER 5
JORDAN
Suddenly Drew's voice sounds like it's underwater or miles away. I’m frozen to the spot. Jaw slack. How is this possible? What the fuck did I do in a past life for this to be happening? Eric Smith, top defense attorney in Denver isDimples. My dreams of a job here are slipping through my fingers because the guy interviewing me had his tongue up my ass last night.
I’m not sure how long I stand there staring at the floor waiting for it to open up and swallow me whole. Apparently, I used up all my good karma last night and I'm on my own.Come on, Jordan, you got this,I tell myself, as I clear my throat and extend a hand to the man in front of me. The one that fucked my face last night. “I don’t think we had the chance to introduce ourselves last time. I’m Jordan Bell, your next paralegal.”
“Confident. I like it.”
Oh, I know he does.
He takes my hand in his, and the buzz of electricity that moves between us is undeniable. There was so much left unsaid and unfucked last night.
“Eric Smith. It’s nice to put a name to such a pretty face.”
My eyes dart up to his. He was clearly not expecting that level of flirting right off the bat. Damn, he is even hotter in the light of day and his suit is exquisite. Fuck, I’m in big trouble here.
Drew clears his throat next to us, his eyes locked on our still-clasped hands, before darting between us. He’s probably getting hard from all the sexual energy seeping out of us and quickly filling up the room. I’m kind of regretting telling Drew I got laid last night, because the way Eric and I are behaving right now it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out we hooked up. In fact, it’s more like I'm holding up a massive neon sign reading, ‘He ate my pie last night… and loved it.’
“I guess I should leave you both to it. Good luck, Jordan,” says Drew, walking out of Eric’s office before sticking his head back around the frame and muttering, “Didn’t think you had game, Eric. Well played.” He shoots me a wink, having put it all together as expected and decided that keeping his trap shut wasn’t an option. I groan at his laughter echoing down the hallway.
And then there were two. Still just standing here like a couple of well-dressed idiots.
“Well, this is an unexpected turn of events.” I break the silence with much more bravado than I feel. “Hooking up with my new boss definitely wasn't on my bingo card this year.”
“Funny that, it was definitely on mine. Number nineteen. Have the best hookup of my life come to an interview at my firm. Check.” He winks this time, letting me know he is cool with this.
I watch him move to sit behind his desk. He looks powerful. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbow and his jacket has been discarded over the back of his chair. I think I might have started drooling by the time he indicates for me to take the seat facing him. At least it’s not awkward.
“So, Mr Smith, I hear you’re in need of a paralegal, and since I am in the market for a new position, let's talk business.” I sit forward, crossing one leg over the other and keeping my tone as professional as I possibly can.
“And I’ve heard you’re the best of the best.” He grins, and those damn dimples pop right out to say hello.
Fuck off, dimples. Did you not get the memo? No awkward boners allowed.
