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“Yes,” I said, wondering if he was going to ask me if I was the best he’d ever had again.
“We should talk about San Francisco.”
“Oh?” I blinked at him in confusion. Was this his way of trying to bring up the fact that he wanted us to share a hotel room again? I mean, it made sense now. We’d just fucked on the way to the airport. I could hardly say that I was trying to keep things as professional as possible. “Yes, Travis. What about it?”
“We have three meetings scheduled for this afternoon, and I’m going to ask that you take notes in all of them.”
“Oh, okay.” I had blinked to him. So we were back to talking about work.
“I know as my assistant that your job is not necessarily to take notes, but—”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I don’t mind. As your assistant, I’m willing to do whatever you want. It’s the best way for me to learn, and you’re paying me well, and—”
He grinned then. “You make me laugh, Molly Malone.”
“I do? Why?”
“Because you can shift from sexy siren to businesslike mousey secretary in seconds.”
“Are you calling me mousey?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“No.” He laughed. And then I felt his fingers in my hair. “But, if you put your hair in a bun and you wear some glasses, perhaps.”
“So you want me to look mousey or—”
“Not necessarily,” he said, leaning forward and whispering in my ear. “But I’ve always had a fantasy of a mousey secretary turning into a sexy vixen. Maybe that’s something we can role-play sometime.”
I stared at him, and shock had my mouth dropping. “I don’t know what to say. I—”
He laughed then. “I mean, we don’t have to do it right here and now, but perhaps next week when we’re in the office?”
“Like I said, remember when we’re in the office, we’re businesslike and—”
“Uh-huh. Sure.”
I swallowed hard and looked at him. “I’m serious, Travis. I mean, yes, we have fun, but I don’t want this to get out of control. I don’t want you to think that I’m just here to be your sex toy or plaything. And I don’t want anyone to know. I don’t want people thinking that the only reason I got this position is because I’m sleeping with you and—”
“It’s fine. You’re my assistant. That’s all anyone has to know.”
“Well, I’m sure John probably knows different now,” I said, glaring at him.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because he’s sitting not more than five feet away from us,” I whispered.
“And?”
“You don’t think he saw me bouncing up and down in your lap?” I glared at him. “You don’t think he saw my breasts bouncing up and down?”
“Well, my hands were on your breasts most of the time, so it’s not like he would’ve gotten that much of a view.”
“Really, Travis?”
“I’m sorry. It’s not funny. And it’s fine if you want to keep this a secret and you want to make sure no one knows. We can do that.”
“Good. As far as everyone’s concerned, I’m just your assistant. Nothing else is going on.”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “That works for me. But we’ll still have a fun time, right?”
