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“All right, fine. But I’ll follow you this time, just so I don’t get lost.”
She laughed smugly and swayed her hips extra hard as she led the way back to the room I’d come from.
It was truly cute that she thought the show she was putting on for me was some kind of punishment.
If that were the case, I’d be bad a lot more often.
Back in the kitchen, she busied herself with something in the oven, and I hitched a hip against the counter and enjoyed the view that was my wife bent over with her perfect ass perched toward the air.
Damn, I was a lucky son of a bitch.
“Wah, wah wah wah wah wah wah?” Georgia asked, doing her best impression of Charlie Brown’s mother. Truly, though, it wasn’t her fault. My ears had just redirected their energy to my eyes, hoping that with their powers combined, I’d be gifted with a sexy version of X-ray vision.
“Sorry, babe. What was that?” I asked for clarification, prompting her to roll her eyes and speak slowly.
She shut the oven door and stood back up to face me. “So, how…was…your…day…at…work?”
“Oh,” I muttered and ran a hand through my hair. “Considering I had to deal with Leslie for most of it because Meryl had to leave early for an appointment and Dean took a vacation day, it was about as fucking awful as you’d imagine.”
Once the glorious distraction that was Georgia had left Brooks Media to take a job as Director of Marketing for the New York Mavericks, it had become more and more apparent that Leslie—an intern turned lazy-fucking-employee—was a seriously huge thorn in my side.
“You do realize you’re the boss, right? You could fire her.” Georgia grinned at me as she set a potholder on the counter by the stove. Of course, now that she didn’t have to deal with Leslie directly, my pain was no more than a tool for her amusement. She didn’t care if I fired Leslie or not because she didn’t work with Leslie anymore.
I definitely needed to care more—grow some balls—and send her upriver to a nice temp job at a different company.Maybe the PerfectMatch—TapNext’s direct competition—headquarters was looking for someone.
Every time I actually got close to pulling the trigger, though, my conscience kicked in.Manipulative bastard.
“Yeah.” I groaned and laughed at the same time. “Trust me, I’ve considered it. A lot. But when I imagine her trying to find another job, I’m torn between guilt at making someone else deal with her and fear that she’ll end up homeless and on the street.”
Georgia cackled.
“What?” I questioned and tilted my head to the side. “Why is that so funny?”
“You do realize that she has far too many sugar daddies to end up on the street, right?”
I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean she hassugar daddies?”
“Sugar daddies, Kline,” Georgia repeated. “Men who buy her things. Who do you think paid for her huge boobs and lip injections?”
“Baby, I try really hard to forget that she works for me, much less trying to figure out who paid for her plastic surgery.”
If I was being honest, while some men might have loved the big, fake tits and huge lips, I was mostly just disturbed by it all. Human skin wasn’t supposed to be stretched to the point of translucency. Not to mention, I liked it when breasts moved when I played with them.
“Kline, you’re a real sweetheart, but…” My wife paused and then shook her head with a grin. “Just trust me, Leslie would survive if you fired her.”
“So, you’re telling me I should fire her?”
“Oh, no. No, no.” Georgia laughed, wagging a finger at me like a sword. “You’re not putting that decision onmyshoulders. You, Mr. Big Shot CEO, are going to have to make that decision on your own. If I were her boss, I’d have to make the decision to fire Tits McGee myself, and you do too.”
“Baby, I love how you’re acting all tough right now, but you and I both know, you’re so full of shit, the flies are descending.” I eyed her knowingly. “If you were in my shoes, Tits McGee would still be on your payroll, employee of the month, and on the list of staff up for a raise.”
“Shut up,” she snapped, picking up a dish towel and throwing it at me. “I’m a softy, but not forher. Mary in Billing still makes a disgusted face at me every time I come into the office to visit you.”
“Mary?”
“I quoted Ren and Stimpy in her condolence card, Kline!”
I chuckled and dodged a plastic cup as it flew at my face. “Oh, right. When her husband died. I forgot about that. I thought Dean caught it before it went to her?”
