Pudding would have been better.
Pudding would have been easily disposed of and forgotten.
Holly merely arches an eyebrow and smirks. “I never said I was.” She gestures to the man, who smiles broadly. “This is Rodrigo. He’s your tailor.”
“I don’t have a tailor.”
“You do now.”
“I don’t need a tailor.”
She glances quickly at my chest before hopping off the desk as her cheeks pinken. “Your clothes are all too big.”
“My clothes are fine.”
“They don’t fit you.”
“They’re comfortable.”
“Which was fine when the only thing you had to do was work in a lab.” She takes a step closer and once again we’re standing too close and arguing. “If you’re going to be giving a ten-part lecture series for the McPherson Fellowship, you can’t do it looking like a homeless person.”
“I don’t look like a homeless person,” I snarl.
Her eye twitches and I see her inhale slowly. Like this conversation is as frustrating to her as it is to me.
She turns to Rodrigo. “Does he look like a homeless person?”
Rodrigo smiles at her and winks. “He does.”
I instantly dislike Rodrigo.
“This isn’t a democracy.”
I’m still glaring at the man when Holly walks around my desk and sits in my office chair. She picks up my phone, hits a few keys and then says, “Clarissa, can you come in here. Oh, and bring whoever else is in the office with you.”
Fucking Clarissa. I should have known she was involved.
“That’s my desk,” I tell Holly. “Get up.”
“You don’t use it. Why shouldn’t I?”
I round the desk to stand in front of the chair.
She swivels to face me, leaning back.
“Because this isn’t your office.”
She just smiles and then toes off her shoes and curls her legs onto the seat beside her. Like a damn cat. And because she’s so tiny, she fits. Her elbow is propped on one of the arms. Her bare feet pressed against the other. Her skirt has inched up to reveal those creamy thighs that I swear to God haunt my dreams.
I am tempted to pick her up bodily and toss her out the door.
But I don’t. Because I’m not a Neanderthal. Though I am starting to wish I’d listened to my damn gut and fled for home when I had the chance.
I take another step closer to her, but she just tilts up her head to keep her gaze on mine.
This woman never even flinches.
Ever.
