She glances over her shoulder, giving me a nonchalant shrug that morphs into a grin. Oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
She moves toward the open space on the couch, but I quickly slip in before her, pulling her onto my lap instead, and she lets out a yelp of surprise. Snaking my arm around her midsection, I whisper for her to relax, and despite all eyes being on us, she does. Her body practically melts against mine, all soft and supple.
As I begin to trace my fingers absentmindedly over her forearms, she wriggles her butt until she’s comfortable against me. The soft faux leather leggings brush against my hand, and Ifeel my face redden. Given how inappropriate this is, she doesn’t seem fazed at all, whilst I was blushing like I didn’t know where to put my hands. I have my employee sitting on my lap. I would be a walking HR violation right now if I wasn’t the head of HR. Or maybe Mia is. She does everything else for me.
“So how long has this been going on?” Katie wiggles her fingers between the two of us.
“Umm… a month?” Mia says as if she’s asking a question.
“A few months,” I say at the same time.
“Who asked who out on a date?” Katie adds, really leaning into her role.
“Oh, Alfie has been begging me to go out with him for months,” Mia starts. “But I finally agreed to go out with him a month ago.”
I pinch her side, and she twists awkwardly, yelping a little before plastering on a big grin.
“Not what we agreed, Miss Sinclair,” I mutter low enough that only she can hear.
“I kept telling him how inappropriate it is, but you know Alfie, no care for the rules at all.”
Katie and Lottie snicker as Caleb and Jonesy look a little perplexed.
“Just a resident bad boy, no regard for other players of the game.”
“Miss Sinclair…” I warn.
“I’m practically fighting women off all the time. They just can’t resist him. That's why I was so reluctant to date him.”
“That's it.” I launch us off the couch, hoisting Mia up and over my shoulder as she slaps my ass, her screams bouncing off the walls and up the high ceiling.
“Put me down! Being manhandled is not part of my job description, Dr. Adams.”
I stride into the kitchen, plonking her onto the kitchen island.
“Oh, fantastic.” She picks up her forgotten prosecco and downs it in one.
“You said you would behave,” I murmur, settling between her legs and taking the glass out of her hand.
She taps a finger against her lip, pretending to remember. “I don’t believe I made any such promises. I promised that I would keep your secret, which I’m doing.”
“They’re never going to believe what you’re saying.”
“I disagree.”
“Oh really, why is that?”
“I think they’re thrilled.”
“Thrilled?”
She rolls her eyes, wrapping her legs around my waist, making my cock ache.
“Yeah, Dr. Adams. Your friends are kind of shocked you have a girlfriend. I think it sounds like you need to get out more.”
“I do fine.”
She grins now. “I’m sure you do.”
