“Is she standing right there?”
“Yes.”
“Is this performative?”
“Totally.”
He chuckled.
“It’s only two days until the all-clear,” I said (yes, still performing).
“Do you have any fuckin’ clue how hot you are riding my dick?”
My nipples rose to attention.
Oh my God!
He wasn’t playing fair!
“Knox!” I snapped.
“I almost blew about five times this morning before I got you there.”
That got a clit tingle between my legs.
“This isn’t cool,” I clipped.
“Yeah, but it makes you look like you’re frustrated with me, which will make Marjorie think you did your best, I refused to fold, but it isn’t your fault I’m not gonna leave work because she has the employee handbook memorized.”
More proof he was a diabolical genius.
However…
Curious.
“Is there a post-gunshot-wound section in the NI&S employee handbook?” I asked.
“No clue. I haven’t read it.”
“Knox, you can get in trouble for things like that.”
“Relax, baby. None of the guys have read it. We didn’t even have one until Marjorie came on board. And Mace didn’t ask her to write one. I think Mace has even torn pages out of his when he needed scrap paper to write something down.”
In the face of Marjorie, I couldn’t laugh.
I really couldn’t laugh.
I didn’t laugh.
I went back to playing my role. “Well, don’t turn to me when you get in trouble with your doctors.”
“I won’t. By the way, that appointment is Thursday at two. You’re working. Since she’s there, can you ask Marjorie if she’ll take me?”
“Heck no,” I retorted. “I’ll talk to Tito, get the time off.” I glanced at Marjorie and finished, “I want to hear what the medical professionals have to say with my own ears.”
She sniffed in approval.
“Okay, baby. Love you,” Knox said in my ear.
