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The moment between us is gone so fast, I have to wonder if I imagined it.
“Well, yeah. They’d always miss a step somewhere, and whatever they were setting up, I’d find out. Nothing is worse than having to pretend to be surprised. Especially when the person asks if you were surprised and you have to lie.”
He chuckles. “You lied?”
“I didn’t want anyone to feel bad.”
“Oh, how different we are from one another.” He shakes his head and grins.
I don’t mention that I think he likes to think he’s a tough ass, but what he’s done for me since I started working with him is contrary to his reputation for being an asshole.
“What do we want to tackle first?” I stare at the abundance of products in front of us and pick up some lotion. “Baby bath time?”
He picks up his own bottle because they sent us three of everything. “What is that, lavender?”
“Yeah, this one is how Cecilia smells.”
“How are they doing?” He arranges the bottles in a straight line, putting the alike products together.
“They’re good. I go over there on Saturdays to help out. I mostly clean and let Beth take a nap.”
“Babies are scary.”
I laugh. “Should that be our pitch?”
A deep rumble of laughter falls out of him, and it surprises me. I’ve heard him chuckle or laugh with clients, but never have I heard him full-on belly laugh. It’s hearty and sexy and—oh my God, I need to stop dissecting everything about him. A promotion is on the line here, and I don’t want to be fired for fraternization. Not that he would cross that line either.
“I say we tackle the bath products—babies to adults. It could be a three-in-one campaign,” I say.
“Done. Good choice.” He separates them out from the others.
“And the tampons.”
“No way.” He shakes his head and puts up his hands as though I might toss him one of the three boxes.
“Ideas are already spilling out of my head.”
“I know nothing about those things. I mean, I know where they go and their use, but…”
I’m sure he’s more than familiar with the hole they go in, I think but don’t say.
“Well then, isn’t it better that I’m here to help? What if I quit when they don’t give me the junior position and you’re left all by yourself to do a tampon campaign?” I smile, hoping my twinkling eyes will work some sort of magic and he’ll agree with me.
“First of all, you’re going to get the junior position. Can’t we leave the tampons for last?”
“I’m sure that’s what they expect. I bet if it were condoms, you’d be all over them.”
“Speaking of.” He digs into the bottom of one of the boxes and tosses me a pack.
And here we are, already prepared if the need arises.
Lord, save me from myself. There is definitely something wrong with me.I take a breath to recompose myself. “Let me guess, you want to do the condoms?”
“Well, I am a professional on that one.” He shrugs.
I narrow my eyes. “It’s not like I don’t use condoms.”
“You feel the condom, but you don’t use the condom.”
