“I can fire people?”
“People under you,” he said, jabbing at the tablet on the arm of the couch.“People I don’t care about.”
Like Johann.Authority worked for her.“Nice!”
“Doesn’t include me.I’m above you.In everything.”
“Until I stage a coup.”
He opened his arms, beer in hand, attention on the screens.“Want to be on top?”
She drank some of her daiquiri.“If I fire Johann, does Guillermo go too?”
“Got a thing for the protégé?”
“Maybe.”
“Ever screwed around with an underling?”
“Says the guy who obviously has.”
“Baby, I’m the pinnacle.The apex.The top banana.There is no one over me.Every woman I screw is a subordinate.I’m your alpha, Babycakes.”
She ran her fingers into his hair at his crown and sighed.“Such a big brain and such little sense.”Her fingers stayed in his hair.“Is this where you talk to me?When we’re on Huddle?In this dark, secret lair of yours?”
“Here or upstairs,” he said.“Want to find a booth?”
“Don’t have my headset.”
“We have plenty.”
“Yeah, right!You expect me to login here?Like I’d trust putting those details in your system.”
A slow, sly smile crept onto his face.
Uh oh.Her eyes narrowed, but he smacked his lips and held his bottle toward her.“Hold my beer.”
She did, and he slid the tablet from the couch arm.
“What are we doing now?”
“Is your laptop on?Doesn’t matter, I’ll turn it on.”
“Are you kidding me?”she asked, just as one screen in her peripheral vision changed to her desktop wallpaper.Not just the wallpaper, her icons too.That was… “Oh my God.”He laughed, a low snicker, and opened her browser to navigate to her saved passwords.“Hotshot!”
His laughter came louder this time.“And that’s me going in the easy way.Want me to show you the fifty other ways I could’ve done it?”He opened her history.“Let’s see what we’ve got here…”
See, she’d been totally right all along.“Stalking.I knew it!I said it, didn’t I?You’re a creepy stalker.Thank you for proving my point, jerk.”
“First time I’ve been in here, but it won’t be my last.I’ll check your incognito history when I’m alone.”
“I don’t use incognito browsing, honey.Why would I?What do I have to be ashamed of?”She leaned a little closer.“Sex isn’t a dirty word, Boy Scout.”
“Yet I see no porn listings.”
“That’s what work computers are for,” she said, shrugging and swigging his beer.“I’ve got to pass the time doing something all day while raking in the billions for you.”The corner of his mouth rose again.“Why doyouneed porn, top banana?Can’t you afford to make your own?Hire a few pornstars, make some home movies.Cast yourself in the starring role.”
“You don’t have to hire pornstars.Get a woman liquored up and turn on the camera.When there are diamonds involved, no woman says no.”
