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So were my thoughts.
All salacious. All sordid. All too dangerous.
I had to tell myself to stop being weak, to stop staring and move my feet…
Then she spoke, and my heart agreed I’d missed the voice I tried so hard and failed to recreate in my dreams.
We shook hands. Briefly. And despite my resolve, the desire to pull her to me grew by leaps and bounds. So much so, only the look of bewilderment on her boss’s face kept me from doing so.
What is her boss’s name, anyway? Mr. Blue? Mr. Green?
I’d met a Mr. Gray upstairs. Like a flash, his name comes to me. He’s Mr. Brown.
The last names of people at this company sound like a damn mystery board game.
Anyway,Mr. Brownreceived my attention as I silently damned Sin for upending my life.
Genesis Turner was a one-time occurrence. Nothing more, anda whole lotless.
I let her go, dismissing her from my mind like a nasty habit. Then Gen had gotten a smart mouth, saying she was aMs.instead of aMrs.
Who the hell cares? Not me.
Speaking only to her boss, I told him what I had to and left. It didn’t escape me how I’d held my breath like a damn coward, too afraid that if I smelled that soapy scent—the scent she carried in New Orleans–I’d take her on the concrete floor. Right under the shocked eyes of Mr. Brown.
That was over eight hours ago, and as this last meeting finally wraps up, I think nothing of heading down to seeMs.Turner.
I’m more than intent...more than readyto give her a taste of how I felt when I discovered she had snuck from my bed like a thief in the night.
Calm Under Fire
Royce
“So,tellme,Ms. Turner,“ I say, spitting out her name like an unpleasant taste. “What have you and your team been working on for the last month?”
Sin nervously tucks a piece of long hair behind her ear and studies the pad of paper in her hand. “Um...it is helpful if I go back and tell you a bit about the team before I took it over two years ago.”
“Two years?” I lean forward and pin her to her chair with the malice in my voice. “Imagine that.”
Sin bristles, her eyes flashing amber sparks. The heat of her anger scorches me from a foot away. “You want to do this now, huh? Is that why you kept me late? To hash over what happened between us?”
She has her nerve. She is the one that leftme. Besides, we won’t hash this out here. When andifI decide to bring up our past, it won’t be with me so angry I’m nuclear. I’m her boss, and I don’t bring up shit where I sleep.
I do, however, fuck where I sleep. But that’s beside the point.
I lean back and cross my arms over my chest. “I’m here to assess your department, Ms. Turner, nothing more.”
Shock, embarrassment, and if I’m not mistaken, disappointment spin like pinwheels over her features. “Well... yes, um...” she says after a moment of what I hope is her reflection on how I respond to defiance.
“Have you always worked for STS?” I prompt, easing up a bit from my hard stance on making her sweat.
“No. I worked for a company in Dallas. STS offered me a management position a year after I started.” Her reluctance to say more fuels my curiosity about how she snagged a management job at twenty-three. My expression sours as I think of the possibilities.
Ease up, Royce.
I thought I was above being a spiteful, judgmental prick. Seems like Ms. Turner brings out the worst in me.
“The team had four members when I started. Now, we are six... why are you looking at me like that?”
