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“That isn’t the point. I think I should go.”
“Do you mean you don’t want the job?”
Her eyes bug wide. “You can’t be serious?”
I frown. “Why not? I need someone experienced. Who knows what they’re doing and can sell jewelry, looks the part, and can be nice to customers. You’re a perfect fit. Over-qualified, but perfect all the same.”
“But we’ve… we’ve had sex, Khristian.”
If she keeps saying my name like that, I’m going to bend her over the desk and remind her what I can do to her…
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t work this small misunderstanding out.” I quite like the idea of her working for me. I’d get to keep my eye on her all day long. I’d also like to do very bad things to her on my desk, but I can’t tell her that right now. She’s still mad.
“Small misunderstanding?” She crosses her arms over her chest and my eyes involuntarily dip there. “You’re clearly delusional.”
Oh, how I remember her perky tits. How could I forget? I’ve spent the last few nights jerking off to the vision of me spurting my cum all over them, licking it off and feeding it to her.
I clear my throat. “Please, don’t be mad at me, Imogen.” I’m not easy at disclosing my feelings, but the look on her face tells me I better fix this and fast, or she’s going to be gone in the next ten seconds. “We connected and had amazing sex. I sincerely apologize for not being forthcoming, but what would you have done? Kicked me out? We both would’ve lost something. I haven’t had a night like that in as long as I can remember.” It’s a sort-of apology.
I also loved feeding her after I ravaged her body. Eating over-priced burgers in our robes while she talked, was a highlight.
She takes a long, shaking intake of air. “I think working here would be a bad idea.”
“No, it wouldn’t. I’m barely ever here,” I lie. “And I’ll be going back to New York soon enough. I’ve also got a trip to Paris lined up for next week with some buyers and clients. You’ll hardly see me.” I’ve no plans to return anywhere soon, but she doesn’t need to know that.
She also doesn’t need to know I’m becoming slightly obsessed with her as the seconds tick on. I don’t know what it is about her. The way she acts so innocent? Even though what we did was far from that.
How she wears those glasses like a nerd but looks so unassumingly hot. She bites down on her bottom lip and I know she’s torn between her lust for me and anger at what I did.
“Busy guy,” she comments, her arms still folded.
“So you see. I need you, Imogen. With your experience in high-end retail, you’d be an extremely valuable asset to this company.”
Her eyes narrow ever so slightly as I hide my amusement. “Did you practice that speech this morning in the mirror?”
“No, I didn’t. I had no idea you were interviewing today, and had I realized, I would’ve worn a better suit, or picked out a better tie.”
Another lie. This suit cost three thousand dollars, but I wanted to try and make her smile.
Her eyes flick down to my attire and she gives me a little eye roll for my efforts.
I don’t even know who I am anymore. Making jokes before 10 o’clock in the morning? Unheard of.
“On the contrary, Mr. Petrov, I think dreary gray actually suits you.”
I purse my lips. “Dreary? Come now, it couldn’t be any duller than the mid-April skyline in Seattle, surely.”
“I know what you’re doing.”
Fuck me, I love a challenge. I love how brave she is.
“And what is that exactly?”
She huffs. “Trying to get back into my good graces by being smooth.”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“And attempting humor.”
