She drummed her fingers on the old metal desk as she stared at her computer. A pair of oversized plum-colored glasses rested on her nose. Becca wore them because she thought they hid her freckles. She never said that, it was just something I knew about her. I thought the oversized frames accentuated her freckles even more, but I'd never admit that to her.
The combination of her freckles and her rarely wearing makeup made her look much younger than she really was. People always gave me crap about not looking my age, but Becca looked even younger and she was three years older than me. Even though she was twenty-eight, she could easily pass for my little sister.
Becca was cute in a girl-next-door kind of way and the furthest thing from my type. It was probably why we became such good friends.
"Hey there, beautiful," I said.
I leaned against her desk, whipped off my sunglasses, and gave her my best seductive stare as I eyed her conservative pale blue cotton button-down shirt and slacks.
"There you are," she said, her eyes glued to the computer. "I know that look." She wagged her finger at me but kept her eyes on the screen. "I don't even need to look at you." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Now stop it. You know I'm immune to that crap."
I shrugged. "It's how I greet all the beautiful ladies. Works every time."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her pen then proceeded to jab my ass with the push button end. The pen clicked repeatedly as she kept poking my jeans.
"Off my desk," she said, trying not to laugh. "God only knows where your ass has been."
"You think I'm going to give your desk cooties?"
"Knowing you, you probably already have," she said with an evil grin. "How was your weekend?"
I dropped into the squeaky chair behind my desk, directly across from hers, and ran my fingers through my hair. Call it vain, but my hair needed to be the perfect combination of messy and fixed. Women always said they loved my hair.
"Quit it with the hair, Gideon. It's just you and me here. No one to impress."
"You just can't handle how good I look," I said playfully. "You wish you could rock the organized chaos look."
She rolled her eyes again as she laughed.
"So you want to know about my weekend. You mean besides all the stuff you already know?" I asked.
"I'm sure you don't tell meeverything."
"Oh, but I do. The escapades of Gideon Kohl are all yours for the asking. Who else would put up with me?"
"Sorry, I know." She took her glasses off and placed them on the desk before rubbing her eyes. "I'm a little out of sorts today. I'm feeling overwhelmed with this whole fundraiser thing."
"Yes, the Boone fundraiser in two days. It's all you talked about this weekend."
I leaned back and yawned dramatically to remind her how dull I found the fundraiser. The chair let out a low groan as I put my feet up on the desk.
"I know, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so boring, but do you have any idea how much we need to raise?"
"Well, you know raising is my specialty. I can always get it up."
I waggled my brows at her lasciviously. She shook her head with a look of disgust.
"You can turn every conversation into sex, can't you?"
"Who said anything about sex?" The corners of my mouth tugged upwards as I tried in vain to look innocent. "Obviously you're the one with sex on her mind."
"Me??? You always have sex on the brain. Even just now you said you can always get it up."
"Yes, Becca, the funds. I can raise the funds. Get your mind out of the gutter. Jeez."
She scrunched her nose at me, and I wondered what was going on in her head. I loved teasing her and she could give it as good as she got it, but I always won when it came to talking about sex. That was the one topic she always got flustered about.
"Then what about the other night? I know you were thinking about sex then," she said, her face reddening.
