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“Come with me to my office.” I didn’t give Emma a chance to say no. I simply turned and held the door open. Mercifully, she did as I said.
Before I could say anything, Emma turned on me. “Kyle, listen—” she paced the open space between my door and the chairs across from my desk. “I didn’t know what position I was interviewing for. Krista even applied for me, and I didn’t know I had an interview until today.” She blew out a breath. “If I knew I was interviewing to be your assistant, I wouldn’t have come.”
It seemed like Emma was determined to offend me. I didn’t think that was her intension, but she was making it seem like I was last human on the planet she’d want to work with. It was hard to separate my personal feelings from my professional ones with her standing in front of me. And that was a dangerous thing.
“I didn’t tell Krista what position I was considering you for,” I told her.
She paused her pacing to look at me. “So, she did ask you to get me this job. She made it seem like she just applied.”
“Sit,” I told her, gesturing to the chair across from my desk. Again, Emma listened and sat as I made my way to my own chair.
Emma watched me closely, tracking my movements as I positioned myself across my desk from her. The chemistry, the electricity, was still there between us. I felt it and I knew she did too. Her breath caught, her chest heaved, and her hands gripped the sides of the armchair. But, the most telling sign was the way Emma shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as if she was wanting, needing some pressure between her thighs.
I had to shake those thoughts away.
“I need an assistant. I had one in the New York office, and I depended on him for…everything. But he didn’t want to move here with me, so I promoted him, and he stayed behind,” I explained.
Emma’s eyes flashed with something. Maybe hope. Maybe fear. “You won’t need him in New York?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“So, you won’t be working from there?”
“No.”
“Only here?” Emma asked.
“Only here. I bought a house here, Emma. I’m all moved back. Of course, I’ll have to travel from time to time, but I’m back home.”
There was a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Krista and your parents must be so happy.” She sounded like herself for the first time since she came into my office. I liked it. It made me realize just how much I missed her. Not just the physical aspect of our time together, but her as a person.
“They are. I’m still trying to convince my parents to move in with me, though. They’re against it for now, but maybe when they’re older.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’d really want them crowding you, living in your house?”
I laughed. “It’s a ten-bedroom mansion with multiple kitchens and living spaces, Emma. I could days, hell weeks, without seeing them. Don’t make me out to be some martyr when I’m not. I’m just rich.”
Emma scoffed. “Right. How could I forget all the money.”
“Is that why you don’t want to work for me?” I asked.
Emma un-crossed and then re-crossed her legs. Her expression was unreadable, and it was frustrating to me. I could tell my question took her off guard but what I couldn’t tell was the exact reason she didn’t want to work for me.
My reservations were all because I wanted nothing more than to have her on my desk that very moment. I wanted to rip her clothes off, spread her out on my desk, and fuck her into tomorrow.
But Emma’s reservations, I was unsure of.
Either she did want what I was fantasizing about, or she didn’t, and was worried it would happen anyway.
“Kyle, I really want this job, your company seems like a great place to work—”
“But,” I interrupted, sensing it coming.
“But.” She sighed. “We have a…history. And I have too much riding on this to take a risk. I need a steady income, a steady work-life balance, and a steady everything really. I’m a single parent and that means I’m all Lily has.”
“It’s a good job, Emma. Take it.”
He blue eyes flashed with defiance, something I remembered well from when we were younger. Emma didn’t like being told what to do, which was a problem for me because I was very good at bossing people around. Still, I found myself trying to convince her to work for me.
