Page 20 of Under Her

“Yeah. Sorry to interrupt. Your mom said you have the file on Buxom. I was hoping to take it home this weekend, so I can become familiar with them.”

Buxom is one of our largest distributors.

We have stores across the country, but we also have in-store distributors in cities where we don’t have a physical store.

She chews on her lip, like she’s nervous for some reason, and it’s doing no good for my self-control.

No sex with coworkers. No sex with coworkers.

I clearly need to keep repeating that to myself when I’m around Morgan, as my dick doesn’t seem to be getting the message.

“Sure.” I get up from my chair and go to get the file off the shelf. I walk over to her and hand her the file.

“Thanks,” she says, holding it to her chest.

She’s still lingering in my doorway, so I lean back against my desk to face her.

“How’s your first week been?” I ask her.

“Really great.” She gives me a smile, flashing me those straight white teeth of hers.

“My mom’s not overloading you with information, is she? She’s awesome, but she has a tendency to forget that not everyone knows as much about this company as she does.”

“No, she’s been great. I like her a lot. And your dad, too.”

“Yeah, they’re both pretty awesome.”

“Must feel strange for you—them retiring. After working here with them for so long.”

“Yeah, it’ll be strange, but I’m looking forward to the challenge of running this company. With your help, of course,” I add.

“Of course.” Her lips quirk at the corner. She leans her shoulder against the doorframe. “Look, I heard something today, and I don’t know if it’s just office gossip, but I wanted to check. You were originally supposed to run the company yourself, and then your parents recruited me to work with you, as they felt you needed a female counterbalance, but they didn’t tell you until I was actually hired.”

Irritation flashes through me. I cross a leg over my other and fold my arms as I take a breath. “That’s pretty much it, yeah.”

Her shoulders sag a little. “Okay, well, I just wanted you to know that I didn’t know. I mean, your parents didn’t keep anything from me when they offered me the job. I knew I’d be working with you, but I wasn’t aware that you didn’t know.”

“You knew you’d be working with me, yet you still took the job?” I lilt my voice, so she knows I’m teasing, and honestly, I’m ready to move the conversation away from the subject. It’s still a sore one with me.

“Shocker, huh?” She widens her eyes. “But, honestly, the pay package and benefits were way too good to refuse.”

That makes me chuckle. “You were at Oscars before here. Managing Director of Marketing, right?”

Oscars is a female clothing company.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve done well for yourself since college.”

She shrugs, as if dismissing my words. “So have you.”

I don’t know if that’s a dig or not, so I choose to go with the latter, and I’m right to do so because she follows it with, “I heard that you went to Columbia after Northwestern. Then, you started here, in the bottom ranks, and worked your way up to where you are now.”

“Who told you that?”

“Your mom.” She smiles. “She also said that you probably had it harder than any employee here, as you felt you had to prove that you’d earned everything and you weren’t just given it.”

It’s my turn to give a shrug. “Sounds like my mom’s been bragging about me.”