“Excellent.” I moved, and I could sense him behind me, the heady scent of his sandalwood aftershave following me.
“May I?” I stood in front of his wardrobe, waiting for permission.
“Are you always this polite when you’re bossing people around?”
I slid the double doors open. “It costs nothing to have manners.” Flicking through the hangers, I pulled out a couple of things before making my decision. I held out a pair of dark blue jeans. “Your meetings are all virtual, so these are suitable and,” I handed him a v-neck cashmere jumper in cornflower blue, “this is perfect. Put them on while we talk about your day.”
“You’re staying?” He sounded horrified.
I rolled my eyes. “Look, Aquaman, the internet might be in love with you, but you’re not my type.” He totally was my type—tall, toned but not a beefcake, intelligent… in fact, he ticked all the boxes. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I stared at him, reminding myself that I could not go there. He was my boss.
“We’ll come back to why you won’t be calling me Aquaman, but I’m not getting changed with you watching.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, instantly regretting wearing this corset because it was so tight I could barely breathe. I turned to face the other way, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable in my first five minutes of the job.
“Thank you,” Jasper murmured.
His jeans hitting the floor sounded behind me and I focused on my now throbbing cock, demanding it didn’t get hard and embarrass me even more.
“Is there anything you wanted to get done today, Professor?” I asked, trying to sound professional again.
“Erm?” His voice sounded muffled, and I guessed he was pulling his jumper on. “All done.”
I turned and almost let out a shameful groan as I took him in. He looked hot as fuck, the jumper clinging to his toned body, the colour making his light brown eyes pop.
“Good?” he asked.
“Better,” I replied with a half smile. “Now, today.”
“I’ve got a ton of paperwork to do. I need to set up some quarterly KPIs that we can feed back to the board to show how well, or not, things are going.”
“Okay, that sounds doable, but I’ll come and shadow you because there are probably things I can do for you or at least, set up so it reduces your workload.”
He let out a long sigh. “Actually, that sounds like an amazing plan because things have gone from a job I knew like the back of my hand to one that’s completely out of my comfort zone.”
“Have you had breakfast?”
Running his fingers through his hair, he looked like he was trying to remember, and then he shook his head.
“Right, well, then let’s start there.”
EIGHT
JASPER
“I toldyou that you’d need a jacket,” Finn mumbled next to me as I shivered.
“It’s July,” I argued.
“It’s England and the north of England at that. It’s always cold here.” I pushed open the door to the cafe Finn had found during a quick search on his phone as we travelled down in the lift from my flat, letting him enter first.
“Didn’t you used to live here? Surely you’d know that.”
I didn’t answer, instead pointing to a table. “What do you want?”
“Can we look at the menu first?”
“I meant to drink. I’ll order those while you decide what’s good. I sense you’re going to order for me, whether I like it or not.”
