Page 16 of Bossman

I folded my arms over my chest. “That would be a refreshing change.”

He took a step closer to me, inching into my personal space. “I’m attracted to you. Really attracted to you. Have been since the first time I saw you. Tried to be respectful, considering you were seeing someone. Done doing that. If you work here, I’m going to try to get you into my bed.”

I opened my mouth to respond. Then closed it. Then opened it. “I can’t believe you just said that to me.”

He shrugged. “You wanted to know the truth. That’s the truth.”

“You do realize that I’d have to agree to sleep with you. Which wouldn’t happen if you were my boss, so it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Oh. Well, then… Sounds like we wouldn’t have a problem after all. I was concerned for nothing. I’ll hit on you, and you’ll shut me down.”

“And…I also have a boyfriend.”

“Baron. We’ve met. The dope.”

“Bryant. And he’s not a dope.”

“Then we’re all set. Sam was right. You should work here if Josh wants to hire you. Won’t be an issue.”

He leaned in a little closer.

I stood my ground. God, he smells amazing.

“So we’re good? I apologize, you accept? You’re going to kick ass in the interview and get hired, then I’m going to try to get in your pants, and you’re not going to let me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The man was truly absurd.

He extended his hand. “Deal?”

“I’ve probably lost my mind, but, hey, why not? I’m days from being unemployed.” I put my hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his mouth and kissed the top. I felt it all over. God, I’m in trouble.

He smiled wolfishly, revealing a dimple I hadn’t noticed earlier. It was a good thing he hadn’t taken that thing out before. Dangerous.

“All we have to do is get you hired now. You want some inside info?”

“Sure.”

“Tell Josh he looks like Adrien Brody. He loves it.”

I smiled warily. “Good to know.”

“And for Sam…never say you’re a Mets fan, even if you are. Yankees all the way.”

I squinted suspiciously. “You think baseball will come up in my interview for a marketing position?”

“You never know.”

“Why do I think you’re screwing with me?”

“One other thing, Josh isn’t hitting on you. That’s a twitch he’s got going on with his eye. Thought he was into me for the first week he worked here.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

Chase walked me back to the conference room, where Sam and a man I presumed to be Josh (since he looked exactly like Adrien Brody) were talking.

“Showed your interviewee the way to the ladies’ room,” Chase said and then introduced me to Josh. After we all shook hands and the three of us had taken seats in the conference room, Chase lingered in the doorway.

He held up a hand. “Nice to see you again, Reese. Good luck with your interview.”