11
Parker
Sadie was a disaster. I should have insisted Mace move her to another department.
“That—they can just fix that, I think,” Sadie said quietly as IT came by to remove the dead printer.
“We'll have a new one in a couple of days,” Dylan assured me.
“What file were you printing?” I asked her.
“Just a packet for the Rural Trust.”
“Give it to me. I can’t have you breaking all the printers in my office,” I ordered.
She followed me meekly as I printed it from my computer to the larger print room. The walk was inconvenient, as the room was on the other side of the building. Sadie trotted behind me.
“Kaitlyn said there was a Rural Trust meeting today,” she said. “Should I come? I can take notes.”
“I don’t plan on being involved more than necessary,” I said, taking the stack of papers off of the printer and handing them to her.
She smiled slightly.
“Don’t destroy anything else,” I said.
I pulled out my phone when I was back at my desk.
Parker:You have terrible taste in employees.
Mace:Sadie just needs to find her groove.
Mace:Are you coming to the meeting? It’s starting soon.
Parker:Against my will.
Mace:I love your positive attitude.
I grabbed my tablet then strode into Sadie’s office. She had an entire plate of biscuits on her desk. She looked up at me mid-bite.
“I just needed a mid-morning snack. I didn’t eat breakfast,” she said around the mouthful. “Also, full disclosure: I stress eat.” She took another bite of the fluffy golden biscuit.
“I don’t know how you can eat that.”
She nodded sagely. “Don’t like plain biscuits? Normally I like some sausage in my biscuit, but this only has jam. It’s not dry though. I have very moist biscuits.”
Is she flirting with me?My eyes narrowed. “Is that some sort of an innuendo?”
“Like a sexual innuendo?” Sadie pressed a hand to her chest. The buttons were undone again. “I am very serious about my biscuits, Mr. Svensson. Don’t insult them!” She took a bite, and crumbs dropped on her shirt. She dug around her blouse, jiggling her tits to get the crumbs out.
“Crap, I hate dropping food down there.” She stuck a hand down her blouse then paused, a guilty look on her face. “I guess this isn’t appropriate office behavior, huh.”
I looked up at the ceiling to avoid gaping at her chest.
“I’m going to a meeting with my brothers. Try not to break anything.”
She gave me a thumbs-up and held out the plate to me.
“Biscuit for the road? I made them yesterday.”
