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“Just not in the office.” She barked after him as if he was listening to her.
“Tell your dick hi when you see him tonight.” Harrison smirked again as he walked out of her office without another goodbye. He knew the discussion wasn’t over, and neither was the fight—just put off for another time.
On his way back to his office on the opposite end of the floor, he wondered how she had even found out about him and Kylie. Who had seen it or heard it? Whoever it was, was lying. He and Kylie had not had sex in the conference room, nor anywhere else. Maybe some very heavy petting, but so far, he hadn’t done anything with her. She was twenty years old, for god’s sake.
At closer to forty than thirty, he wasn’t looking for a relationship with someone not even old enough to drink in a bar. Not that what she lacked in age, she didn’t make up for with eagerness over the last few months, but he was so far a hard no on that. Sex wasn’t an issue; he could find a woman for that easily. No need to even look at work.
All he wanted from the woman was to be a semi-decent personal assistant. She was failing on that end and failing miserably.
There was no way he was telling Seraphina Lovely that. He was happy for her to think he was getting laid right under her nose. It probably gave her something to be hot and bothered about. Lord, she probably needed it.
Walking into his office, he hurried past Kylie Nash, who was sitting at her desk but not working. In fact, she had done very little work since she had started there. As far as he knew, she had other plans for her time at the office. They ended with a career that didn’t involve work, and he was not signing up for that.
“What happened?” she demanded breathily; her breasts thrust his way as she said it. Not that the pale pink dress did anything to hide those breasts or anything else, for that matter. It was painted on her.
“I took care of it, but whatever happened in that room is over. In fact, it was over before it even started. I’m not interested,” he repeated what he had told her earlier in the day when she had nearly stripped him out of his pants before he could stop her.
It had been a difficult conversation then, and it was just as bad now. It seemed that whatever school she went to didn’t cover inappropriate office behavior.
“I wonder who told?” she asked coyly, and Harrison suddenly knew exactly who had told everyone they’d had sex. He was looking at her, but not her breasts, because he wasn’t interested in those. They had nothing on Seraphina Lovely’s, who had won that contest without even entering the competition.
“Kylie, you know I’m not interested in you, correct?” he asked the blonde, whose hair was also nothing like Sera’s. This one had no wave, no body … nothing he could sink his fingers into.
“Harrison, I don’t think you mean that. We’re good together,” said the twenty-year-old who knew nothing about him except that he had money and a career that made him more money—unless she ruined his career before he could make any more.
“No, we are not. I’m already dating someone.” Harrison half-lied. For a while, he had been sleeping with someone, but that wasn’t going anywhere.
Since his divorce four years before, he hadn’t really “dated” anyone. Yes, he had screwed around a lot, but there hadn’t been a hint of a relationship. After over a decade of marriage, he was swinging single and happy about it. He wasn’t going to start something with a woman who a worked for him. Barely a woman at that.
“You’ve never said anything about her.” Kylie actually pouted.
“Because I don’t like to talk about my personal life at work. I like to keep it professional here.” He used Seraphina’s lines on her. Lord knows he’d heard it a time or two.
“She doesn’t have to know,” she purred, her ability to change course surprising him.
She was like a bad cold: hard to shake until you infected everyone. “I would know, and I am not that kind of man.”
Okay, that was an outright lie. His marriage had ended because he had cheated, and more than once. But this chick needn’t know that. Maybe she already knew; a lot of people in the office did. He hadn’t kept the end of his marriage a secret. When it was happening, he was more than willing to say anything about it, anything at all.
Kylie frowned. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, I have to get to work if you don’t mind.” He pointed to his office. Before she could respond, he went in and shut the door. He hoped that after today, this wouldn’t be an issue again.
Except it was an on-going issue that didn’t seem to be going away, no matter how many times he told her no.
