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“We did that last time and they were lined up around the building. That woman we hired was selling your dick out the back door for five dollars.” It pissed Brad off that she discounted his cock while Andrew’s and mine got full price. “She cleaned us out in a week. I don’t see Janey as the alleyway cock bootlegger that Cindy was, but I’ll keep an eye out.” No need really since we don’t have a back exit to this office space. There is nowhere for her to set up shop.
“Too bad we can’t put a video camera in her office.” He stalls for a minute as if considering it. “No, that’s a bad idea. I don’t want to go to jail.” The clunk of machinery on the production floor whirs in the background. “Is she cute?”
What could I say? That my dick grows when I look at her? Not going there. “She’s all right. Kind of a librarian type.” A fucking sexy librarian that I want to bend over the table and plunge into while she reads me a book.
“Oh shit, I got to go. Your dick is stuck in the conveyor belt.”
“Ouch.” Just the thought makes my balls ache.
I leave my office to search for the coffee pot. It’s buried under several boxes. Once I find the coffee, I set it to brew.
Even though I need to set up my office, I’m distracted knowing that Janey is down the hallway in a room full of fun. Being the nice boss that I am, I pour her a cup and find a few packets of sugar and powdered creamer and then walk down the hallway to the end. Just as I lift my hand to the door to knock, an unmistakable buzz of the Titan fills the air. “Holy shit,” I whisper to myself. She’s starting big. This girl is no beginner. Then again, she did tell me the bigger the better in her interview.
I backtrack down the hallway to my office and drink the coffee myself. A half an hour later I try again with a fresh cup, but I’m greeted with the hum of a different toy. Three tries later, I’m shaking from too much caffeine.
“Mr. Stark?”
I jump at the sound of her voice. “Ms. Pickle, you startled me.” I set the marketing books I was unpacking on my desk and walk toward her. “I was wondering if you were going to come out of your office. I made you coffee.”
A blush of pink colors her cheeks. “Oh, thank you. I got right to work.”
“I figured as much when I tried to deliver you a cup and—”
“You asked me to start right away. I did.” Her pink cheeks turn crimson red.
“Are you hungry? You must have worked up an appetite.” I love watching her blush, and I wonder how red I can make her cheeks. “Let me take you to lunch. We can get to know each other better.”
Something tells me getting to know Janey Pickle is going to be the most fun I’ve had in years.
“You don’t have to do that. I can get myself lunch.” She twists her hair and chews her lip. It’s a sure giveaway to her discomfort.
“It will be my pleasure to satisfy your hunger.” I walk forward and wrap my arm around her shoulder in a buddy fashion. I don’t pull her into my side, nor do I let my hand hover over to grip her breast, although it is a mere inch or so out of reach. Close enough that my fingers itch to get one feel, but I need a product tester more than I need a lawsuit.
She looks around like she’s seeking an escape, but there is none. “Let me get my bag.”
“You don’t need it. My treat.” Without giving her time to consider anything, I walk her out of the building and across the street to Tupelo’s.
She shrugs me off as we enter the restaurant. It’s not the type of place a boss and his employee would normally go unless of course they’re having an affair. The room is dark with only a warm glow of overhead lighting and a single candle on each table. The booths are made for privacy with their high backs. This is a place for secrets.
Of course, they happen to have the best southern cuisine around.
“Is that chicory I smell?” She lifts her nose into the air. The position elongates her neck and I fantasize about running my tongue from her ear to her collarbone. Would she taste salty? Sweet? If I pulled her fingers into my mouth would they taste like her pussy after hours of product testing? Again my dick twitches, and I’m grateful for the cloak of darkness shrouding us.
“That’s right. You didn’t get your coffee. I’m not much of a coffee expert. My expertise lies in something else.” Even in the darkness I see a blush travel up to her hairline. Blonde hair. Pale skin. Full, pink lips. Red cheeks. Perfection.
We are seated in a booth in the middle of the restaurant and even though our location is central, there are no direct lines of sight to any other booth in the place. The designer created a space where each booth is its own oasis. Endless thoughts about Janey being dessert rush through my head but are doused the minute the waitress shows up.
We order a sampler platter that’s guaranteed to give us a taste of the south, but the only place south I want to taste is between Janey’s legs. She really did pull off that sexy librarian image from the ponytail at the nape of her neck down to her white, starched blouse, black slacks, and sensible shoes. However, I heard the buzz in her office for hours, and I know under the stuffy exterior is a wild cat full of passion.
“How was your morning?” I sip my sweet tea and watch her squirm. Is it from nervousness or soreness? That much stimulation can set her skin on fire. I reach below the table and pinch the head of my dick with hopes that it will retreat and soften. It doesn’t.
She sits up straighter and pulls at her collar. “Productive.” Her fingers twirl around a strand of hair until it falls in a ringlet to her shoulder.
“Tell me about yourself.”
She sips her tea and smiles, and there goes my dick again.
“Not much to tell. I graduated from San Francisco State with a degree in marketing. As you might have noticed on my résumé, I struggled to find a job.”
