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Out of Sight, Not Out of Mind
Royce
It’sthemiddleofOctober and Texas is still baking hot. Three weeks ago, the air-conditioning on the executive floor began pumping out humid air. After a week of sweating (and avoiding a certain someone) I thought it best to work from the hotel.
It took until yesterday for the air-conditioning company to put in the part they were waiting for, and today is my first day back in the office.
It’s good to be here. Working at the hotel was okay, but I missed the employee interaction
And no, I didn’t miss a certain someone.
Pushing that thought away, I go back to the document in my hands—the government contract STS recently signed. It forbids STS from doing any business with foreign governments; however, the Grayson Group lawyers were confident there wouldn’t be a conflict of interest if our sales agents brought a foreign company into the conglomerate. I’m on the last page when Mrs. Winters, my inherited assistant, buzzes the phone on my desk.
“Mr. Grayson,” she says in her southern drawl, “Mrs. Jordan would like to see you.”
Mrs. Jordan? Who the hell is that?
It takes a second for me to comb through the files of my brain, sifting through all the people I’ve recently met. Finally, the image of a brown-skinned beauty springs to my mind.
Natalie. She means Natalie.
I’ll never understand why people are so formal in this company. They address each other by their last names, and only on rare occasions, their first. I go with the flow in order not to make waves.
But sheesh. How extra.
“Thank you, Mrs. Winters. Please send, uh, Mrs. Jordan in.”
The thought of seeing Genesis’s best friend doesn’t conjure up any images of times gone by.
And I’m damn glad of that.
Normally, I’m pretty self-disciplined. With hard work and concentration, I knew it was only a matter of time before I regained my self-control and purged Sin...Ms. Turnerfrom my mind.
I kept reminding myself that she was with a guy. She lived with him in fact.
Encroaching on other people’s territory was not something I did…even though I ached to do just that.
Yeah, our restroom encounter almost made me lose control. At the last second, instead of kissing her and fucking her in a bathroom stall like I wanted, I shut down, freezing and froze whatever I felt for her.
Since then, there have been no more daydreams. No more erotic fantasies. And no more jerking off to memories of her and that night in New Orleans.
Natalie knocks at the door, entering just as I stand and smooth my tie. “Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Grayson. I know Fridays are busy, so I won’t take up too much of your time.”
I motion for her to have a seat. Once she does, I sit as well. “What can I help you with, Mrs. Jordan.”
Natalie has on a conservative blue suit and white blouse. Every time I’ve seen her, she’s dressed for a business meeting or a cocktail party. Gen...Ms. Turnerisn’t like that. It’s jeans and t-shirts for her. As a person who is so casual, she’d never fit into New York society.
Not that I’d ever introduce her to it.
Nope. Not me.
Natalie begins by handing me a few papers housed in a yellow presentation folder. “Genesis and I have come up with a plan on how to integrate the new team members.”
“Why, that’s very proactive of you,” I say, with no hint of sarcasm. I like people who have a fire lit under their ass. It beats me from having to do their work for them. “Let’s take a look.”
For the next ten minutes, she talks while I listen, asking only a few questions for clarification. By the end of her explanation, I’m convinced that she and her colleague have come up with a solid solution. “I’m impressed, Mrs. Jordan. You’ve done well.”
“Oh,” she says, reaching out to pick up her copy of the presentation. “It wasn’t me. Genesis came up with most of the plan. I just tweaked a few things here and there.” She gives me a pretty smile. “She’ll be pleased when I tell her you approve. It will cheer her up after being out.”
