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“I know enough to tell you making things hard doesn’t mean I’ll go away. Make this easy. Who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy it.” I fingers tingle I’m pressing them into my hips so hard. He squints at me for a second before he picks up his thumb and begins to rub on that bottom lips.
What I’d give to bite that thumb right now.
His body moves forward slightly and the intense sea green color of his eyes have changed to a much darker forest color. Though we started the conversation talking about the article, the way he’s leaning into me is telling me we’re talking about a completely different thing right now. Something I want so damn bad right now.
“Oh well, now this is interesting.”
11
percy
What the hellam I doing? I shake the lust burning fog out of my brain as Greg walks into the office. I can go to any bar or event and get a woman, but it’s never really been a driving force for me. Sure, fucking is fun, but the headaches that usually come after aren’t for me. So what the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I get rid of this strange desire to find out what exactly she’s thinking about when she looks at me? Everytime she gets close to me it feels like every muscle in my body tenses with the need to throw her up against the wall and sample every part of her with my tongue.
“Greg, this is Ella Sayers. She’s going to be shadowing me, digging into my business for her article.”
She scoffs and walks over to Greg with an outstretched hand. “I promise you I’m not as bad as he’s trying to make me seem. The Snow Chronicle is a titan in the news media world, it’s an honor to even be in this building.”
Greg smiles brightly, raising one eyebrow in surprise. I’m sure if she turned around to look at me she’d see just as much surprise on my face as well. An honor?
“Well I do appreciate a woman who knows a good value when she sees it.” Greg grabs her hand and instead of just shaking it he bends down and kisses her knuckles.
“Do you have a report for me or are you just here to flirt?” I snap at him. Friend or not I don’t pay him as much as I do for him to be wasting time like this. He has a job to do.
“Of course, I just thought I would give our visitor a warm welcome.” Greg smiles at Ella again and it takes everything in me not to reach over and slam his head into a fucking wall. What the hell does he think he’s doing? She’s not a guest, she’s the enemy. If there’s anyone that knows what is going on, it’s Greg. He was the one to help me find out any information that I do know about her. He knows that she’s blackmailing me, some friend he is.
“She’s welcomed and it was warm. Now can we get on with business?” I hold my hand out for the daily reports and the articles that we are planning to run in today’s paper.
He saunters over to where I am and hands me the items I’ve asked for. He pulls a face and mouths the word hot where he knows she can’t see. I glare at him until he catches on that I’m not in a gaming mood. You’d think he’d be as upset by the fact that she’s here as I am, but it seems like all he can think about is what she looks like.
It’s not like I can’t see that for myself. She’s hot. In fact she’s more than just hot. The woman is pretty much the total package—tight body, beautiful face, independent, and challenging. Still doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather have met her in a different way.
“Shall we get started? I’d love to ask you a few things about the relationship you two have.” Ella says from behind us.
“I don’t think …”
“Sure! That sounds like fun.” Greg quickly pulls up another chair for Ella to sit down. God damn traitor.
* * *
The woman talks all day.
Ella has spent the entire time following me and asking me the most obscure questions about how I choose articles and what drives me to treat my staff the way that I do. She asks me about stories that have stuck with me over the years. She asks me about highschool sweethearts, favorite foods, and even my favorite holiday. By the end of the day I’ve told her more about myself than most people would ever know.
It’s intrusive, but not as painful as I thought it’d be. Some of the questions bring up great memories and it feels good to boast a little about how successful my company is. I know it takes everyone that works for me to keep up the standards and this interview finally feels like I can shine a light on that.
As of right now, I’d have to say even though the way she went about getting the interview was wrong, I’m glad she talked me into it.
“Wow, I can’t believe you were able to get an interview with the secretary of state after all that mess. What was the atmosphere like? I’d think he would be super uptight.” Ella leans forward in her chair, her cheeks pink with excitement and her pen in her mouth.
“To be honest, I walked in with another reporter and it felt like they were going to haul us off to jail right away. It was intimidating, but once we got past all the security and guns it was a peaceful interview.” I lean back in my chair and wait for her next question. I know she has one, she always does.
“Percy, you live a charmed life.” She smiles at me and leans back in her own chair.
“I do, I know how fortunate I am and it’s my hope that with me being able to employ so many people through Snow Chronicle and the other publishing aspects of the company others can have a good life as well.”
She laughs, “I guess I should have said off the record huh? You don’t need to convince me that you’re a good man Percy. I wouldn’t have fought so hard for this interview if I didn’t think that you were.” Her eyes slowly start to drift from my eyes down to my lips than to my chest before she shakes her head and looks at the clock. It’s way past closing time, but we’ve been so engrossed in conversation neither of us had noticed.
“I can’t believe it’s so late. I shouldn’t have kept you so long.” Ella stands up and wobbles slightly before falling back down to her chair. “Crud.”
