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Was that what this was? Did I just need to fuck this woman? Maybe the day before I flew back to Toronto…?
A parting gift from me to her and her to me?
She was still glaring at me. She probably would’ve stood here all night, waiting for me to make my next move so she could counter it. The woman would not back down.
My dick flexed at the thought of how explosive she might be in bed.
“Are you telling me,” I said slowly, “that you could work with me, as manager of this agency… which would mean having to talk to me and generally be in my vicinity on occasion… for even a few civil minutes?”
“I could endure a lot of things for this job. I already have.”
“Not like working with me. I’m a legendarily difficult boss.”
She looked completely unimpressed. “We shared a lab table for an entire term in Chemistry class. I could make it through a few days in this office.”
Right. Chemistry class.
Where we’d been paired up as lab partners against our will, because the universe was fucking wired for chaos like that. And I’d endured how many hours of sitting next to her, smelling her fruity lipgloss, with a fucking hard-on. I’d even rubbed one out before school on Chem days to try to take the edge off. Didn’t work. Back then, my response to her was like an allergic reaction. Devi Sereda was like a terrible fucking rash I couldn’t scratch, and yet the less I scratched, the more it spread.
But that was then. I was a teenager and a little less in control of my dick.
And yet here I was, my dick standing up, against my will.
“Nothing ever matters that happens in high school, huh?” I said, my eyelids low as I studied her.
“Not one thing,” she said.
My face was too close to hers. So close, it would’ve taken very little for me to lean in and kiss her. Would she slap me again?
Yeah. Definitely.
I drew back a bit, putting some space between me and that fire in her eyes.
“Good thing,” I said. “Because if you admitted to me that you liked it when I kissed you, I might change my mind and try it again.”
“Good thing you’re my employer now, so we know you won’t try.”
“Won’t I?”
“I hope not. Your recent infamy in a sex tape scandal probably wouldn’t be helped by a sexual harassment complaint in the workplace.”
“Really? I seem to remember you asking me where my hands were when we were emailing, and bringing up a sex tape. If anyone sexually harassed anyone, maybe it was the other way around.”
“Maybe,” she said, undaunted. “I suppose you could look it up. It’s all in the HR handbook.” She moved to take a weighty, spiral bound book from a shelf. “This is a handy little tome that we pulled together in the wake of the ‘Me Too’ movement. Fascinating reading. You should have a look.” She dropped it on the desk, then looked me in the eye again. “If that’s everything, I have work to do. Sounds like my employer expects me to stay late tonight.”
And with that, she strut right out of the room.
Chapter Eleven
Devi
Idid indeed work late. As did everyone else at the agency, other than Lizzie.
Whatever.
Just gave me more time to diligently research Dane Davenport on the internet, while Suri eavesdropped on him and gathered as much intel as she could. Which wasn’t much.
Open door policy, my ass. The man’s door was always closed, and his arctic, sub-decibel voice didn’t really penetrate walls.
