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It made me uncomfortable. He was an Assistant Director of Operations in the Europe Division and was on the fast track for advancement. Although I didn’t report to him directly, he was very much in my chain of command.
Whenever he made one of his attempts, I said I was flattered but that I always kept business and pleasure separate.
Still, he kept trying.
And trying.
And trying.
He wasn’t sleazy or gross about it – just annoyingly persistent. He refused to take a hint.
So when I saw Alistair that first week Lars was visiting, I saw an opportunity to put a final nail in the coffin.
We’d just walked into Nova Casa, the Portuguese place I wanted to show Lars, when I heard a familiar voice.
“Rachel?”
There he was – Mr. Assistant Director of Operations himself.
“Alistair,” I said, surprised and unhappy to see him. “What are you doing here?”
“A few of us came for drinks after work.”
That was one of his ways of trying to get me to go out with him: Let’s have a drink after work.
“I thought you were more a fan of Le Gavroche or Club Gascon,” I said.
Both were extremely expensive restaurants that Alistair had offered to take me to. He was a creature of the moneyed class: an education at Eton and Oxford, with plenty of aristocrats for friends.
“Yes, well, one doesn’t always get to choose,” Alistair said with a smile. A slightly snobbish way of saying, Yes, I would have MUCH preferred to go there.
Then he looked at Lars.
I could see the edge of his mouth quiver the tiniest bit.
Probably his insecurity coming out – although Lars was so gorgeous, he would have made most men insecure.
“And you are…?” Alistair asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m being rude,” I said – even though I wasn’t sorry, and I didn’t care if I was rude. I just wanted to get out of there. “Alistair, this is my friend Lars. Lars, this is Alistair, a colleague of mine.”
I would have introduced Lars as my boyfriend, but I wasn’t sure how he would take that.
On the other hand, he had just told me he loved me an hour before, so I doubt he would have minded.
Maybe I should have introduced him truthfully: Here’s the hottest man I’ve ever met. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him – and oh, by the way, he fucks me like a god and gives me earth-shattering orgasms.
THAT probably would have ended Alistair’s little veiled passes for good.
However, a part of me didn’t want to let Lars know exactly how deeply I’d fallen for him…
Just in case.
Self-preservation, I guess.
Lars answered in a friendly voice. “Lars Henriksson.”
Alistair’s mouth twitched again as he shook Lars’s hand. “Alistair Webb. So – you must be why Rachel’s taken a week off from work. How’s the trip so far?”
