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The meeting went on pretty uneventfully after that. I barely pay attention to anything anyone else says as I seethe in my seat.
The nerve of her to call me old. I mean, I am old compared to her, but her belittling me like that in front of all these people has certainly rubbed me the wrong way.
I hate that although I clearly find her irritating, I am still wildly attracted to her. I can feel my dick thickening in my trousers just because I’m sitting across the table from her.
If it was a stupid idea to get involved with her before because she is Sophie’s best friend, it’s even worse of an idea now that she is kind of my employee.
I honestly don’t know how I’m going to navigate my relationship with Emma, but what I know is that it’s going to be an interesting ride.
Chapter Three
Emma
This isn’t what I had in mind when I suggested a company retreat.
It has been a couple of weeks since I started working atMed-Fields Inc., and I still haven’t found my footing here. I came up with an idea. I want to get a feel for how members of staff relate to each other. The best way to observe this is in social settings. At least that’s what I have found.
So I suggested to Glen that all members of staff should head off for a retreat.
I had expected some pushback from him. This is because all I’ve gotten from him since I started here has been resistance. However, he accepted my suggestion quite graciously.
I have to say, his mercurial attitude toward me is giving me whiplash. One day he’s looking at me like he wants to devour, the next day he becomes the personification of hostility, then the day after that he is almost cordial to me. I don’t know where I stand with him and it is infuriating.
All this is exasperated by the fact that I am still incredibly hot for him. I know it doesn’t say a lot for my self-esteem, but the fact that I can tell that he dislikes my presence in his life spurs me on.
Every time I catch a glimpse of him walking through the office, I feel a wave of heat wash over me and my panties get wet. Which is very inconvenient.
Anyway, back to this damn trip. I was happy at first when Glen agreed. Then all that went to hell when I found out that management decided that we should all go on a hunting trip.
Although the majority ofMed-Fields Inc.employees are above the age of 50, about 40% of the staff are young people.
I don’t know a single young person who thinks hunting is a good time. I brought this up with Glen, but he told me that the arrangements had already been made and that the young people “will just have to deal with it.”
So after a four hour flight, we are all on a bus headed to our lodge in Jacksboro, Texas.
Although I’m not entirely happy to be here, I have to admit that it’s beautiful out here. It feels good to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and breathe clean air for a change.
The lodge itself isn’t too shabby either. It’s what you would expect a hunting lodge in Texas to look like. Everything is a shade of brown and there are fur rugs everywhere and stuffed animal heads mounted on the walls. However, it’s homey in a strange way.
We spent the first day exploring our new surroundings and partaking in a few bonding exercises, but on the second day, it’s time to hunt.
Before we head out, we are given quite an extensive hunting lesson, and we are warned not to mess around with our rifles.
Before we leave, we are taken behind the barn for some target practice. I stand back in my all-pink hunting gear and watch everyone as they shoot empty cans off wooden stumps.
“Are you not even going to try?” Glen asks as he comes to stand beside me.
I don’t say anything in response. I just smile at him and cross my arms.
“Come on. I’ll show you how to handle a gun,” he says. I’m not entirely sure he only means firearms. Nonetheless, I am intrigued, so I follow him.
He retrieves a rifle from the shed and hands it to me. He steers me from behind until I am standing a few yards away from my target.
He starts explaining how to use a gun. At this point, I should probably tell him that I know how to use a gun. Probably better than him, but I don’t. It would appear I like having Glen’s undivided attention.
When he is done with his spiel, he comes closer to me from behind and shows me how to hold the rifle.
As I am holding the rifle and pointing it at the can, I move my hips back ever so slightly and press my ass against his crotch. My heart quickens.
