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It couldn’t be love. Peter made it clear love was something that happened after getting to know one another. It had to be lust. There was something she did to me that tricked my brain into thinking it was love. It was just some feelings stirred up after sex.
I walked to my car and climbed in. The moment I shut the door, I smelled her. That damn perfume was powerful. It didn’t smell powerful on her. It smelled amazing. It made me want to crawl up next to her naked body and lick every inch of her.
Unfortunately, sex with her broke one of my dad’s hard and fast rules. He was pretty damn adamant I never got tangled up with anyone who worked for the company. He threatened to keep the company from me if I did. I understood why he didn’t want me to mix business with pleasure. It was a big deal. It could lead to a harassment claim or demands for special favors. It was not a good position to be in.
As soon as I walked through the door, I remembered there was a Giants game on, and Dane was supposed to be coming over. I did a quick pizza order before heading upstairs for a shower. I had to wash away the scent of her or I was going to be semi-hard all night.
“Jon!” Dane shouted my name. The guy never had a problem letting himself in.
“I’ll be down in five minutes! Pizza is on the way!”
“I got beer!”
My house was huge, but fortunately, the voices carried. I quickly dressed in a pair of sweats and carried my shirt with me as I walked downstairs. He was standing in the kitchen, eating a slice of pizza over the bar with an open beer in one hand.
“Thanks for waiting,” I said with heavy sarcasm.
“Shit, I’m starving,” he said. “I had to make a pit stop on the way here.”
I lifted an arm to pull on my shirt when he started laughing. “What?”
“Guess I’m not the only one running late after a pit stop.”
“What?”
He pointed to my side. “The girl has talons.”
I looked down and saw the angry, red welts left behind after she had clawed me. I smirked and pulled on my shirt. “You could say that.”
“Who?” he asked.
“No one you know. What about you?”
“Just some girl I’ve been hooking up with the last week,” he said. “She’s a fucking nympho. I’m dehydrated and starving. I need calories.”
It was the typical locker room talk without getting into too many details. I was sure all guys did it, even if they said they didn’t. We carried the pizza and beer into the game room. I called it the game room because it was where we watched games. All games. Football, baseball, basketball, and even some NASCAR on occasion. The room was my man cave. I had theater chairs lined up that had bad-ass little fridges in the armrest. I had a massive TV on one wall with an impressive surround-sound system. There were a few smaller TVs on either side of the big one for those days when there was more than one game on.
“Did you get a new assistant?” he asked during a commercial.
“Yep.”
“Damn. It’s like the end of the era.”
“She started today,” I said. “I was thinking I should do something to help her fit in with the rest of the staff.”
“What do you mean?” he asked around a mouthful of pizza.
“We usually have team-building events once a month,” I explained. “I think it’s been longer than that since the last one. She’s the new face in the office. I want to make her feel like she belongs. It can be hard to fit into such a close-knit group.”
I was talking shit. I had an ulterior motive for wanting to do a team-building event. I always offered some big rewards for the winning team. Sometimes we went out for dinner or I took them on the yacht. Once I had a party at my house. Another time I sent two people to Hawaii for a week. I was always trying to give my people incentive to keep working for me while showing them how much I appreciated them.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I mused aloud. “Last year, the person I put in charge of this stuff suggested an office Olympics of sorts. It could be fun.”
“What’s the prize?” he asked. “Another trip to Hawaii? Bahamas? Hell, maybe I’ll throw my hat in the ring.”
“I’m thinking cash,” I said. “And Vegas.”
