“I mean, everything we’ve discussed so far still stands. I have a co-worker who I thought would be a much better fit for this project, though. So, I… um… thought I could hand everything off to him. I mean, if you’re okay with that.”
“Like fuck.”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t want me to hire you?”
“Uh… that’s not exactly what I—”
“But you’re turning the job down.”
“I’m not turning it down. I just thought my co-worker—”
“I don’t want your co-worker.”
That shut her right up.
She didn’t expect that. That I’d put up a fight.
So, what? She thought she’d just breeze in here and dump me off on her co-worker over pre-dinner drinks? Was that what this was all about?
Asking me to dinner?
Bringing me a fuckingring?
She felt bad that she was turning me down… so she took me to dinner and gave me a ring, to soften the blow and, what? Ease her guilt?
Yeah. That sounded about right.
Which meant this chick was definitely a little nuts. Nice, but nuts.
Thing was… I kinda liked that about her.
“You really want to hand this job over to your co-worker, instead of doing it yourself?” I pressed, looking her in the eye. “I dare you to tell me the truth here.”
Danica drew a deep, silent breath. “Okay. Then… no.”
“I’m hiring you,” I said firmly. “Consider yourself hired.”
She looked away, avoiding my eyes. “Well… if you do hire me—”
“I am hiring you.”
“I really prefer to keep things professional, Ashley.”
“Meaning what? I can’t hire you and fuck you at the same time?”
Her eyes met mine again. “No, you can’t.”
Uh-huh. So that was it.
She wanted to fuck me, she knew I wanted to fuck her, and she was uncomfortable with the idea of fucking a client.
“Why not?” I said.
“Because… it’s inappropriate. I wouldn’t feel good about it.”
“Trust me. It would feel good.”
