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I take in a deep breath and call forth all of my courage. “You.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Me?” Eyes widening, he steps back.
I’m committed now, so I barrel ahead. “It makes sense. I presume you trust yourself not to toss me into the Harbor. The privacy of the project isn’t compromised. And, well”—I blush horribly—“you have the right parts for it.”
Unbidden, my eyes drop to said parts, then I quickly look up.
The elevator doors open.
“Let’s continue this in the car,” he says, his expression turning unreadable.
Crap, crap, crap. Is he hating the idea? Hating me for even suggesting it? Ugh, how awkward is it going to be if he says no?
Am I about to get fired for coming on to my boss’s boss?
We get into the limo again, sitting opposite each other this time.
He makes the partition go up. “Just to clarify: I test the male batch, acting as both giver and receiver, right? I actually already tested one of the pieces on myself after I wrote the app, so I could in theory do the same with the rest of them.”
Yes! He’s actually considering it. I want to jump up and down, even as the blush that had slightly receded on the walk from the elevator returns in all its glory. “That wouldn’t be good end-to-end testing, and you know it. You wrote the code; that makes you biased.”
His nostrils flare. “Then how?”
Even my feet are blushing at this point. “You just act as the receiver. I act as the giver, and record the testing data. It’s the proper way these things are done.”
His eyebrows lift. “That’s stretching the definition of the word ‘proper’ way outside its comfort zone.”
“Look.” I try to mime his accent as best I can. “If you want to quit, I understand.”
A slow, sensuous smile curves his lips. “I don’t shy away from a challenge.”
Can my panties really melt, or is that just a saying? Doing my best to play it cool, I quirk my fake eyebrow. “That’s a yes, right?”
“Yes. How do you see this working, logistically?”
Holy guacamole. He’s in. I got him to commit.
But what now?
On some level, I didn’t expect him to actually agree to this madness, and now that he has, I’m faced with the logistics of using sex toys on my boss’s boss. Logistics that will include getting him off—and recording how fast in a spreadsheet.
Or worse, recording that I couldn’t get him off.
C++ help me, there are worse logistics than that. For example, don’t most guy toys require an erect penis to go into some of the toys? How do I make sure his is ready for testing… logistically?
“You don’t have to decide all this now,” he says, once again seemingly reading my mind.
“Right.” I clear my throat and reach for my inner QA analyst. “Off the top of my head, it would be best to use the app as close to how it was intended as possible. Meaning remotely.” As in, I don’t want to be next to him for the “getting the penis ready” part of these logistics.
Unless, maybe I do?
No. Must at least pretend to be professional. Or what passes for professional under the circumstances.
“Yes, doing this remotely makes sense.” Is that disappointment hidden behind the indecipherable expression on his face? “When do you want to start?”
“I’m free tonight,” I blurt.
