by Amber Bardan
Reason one, I can’t fire this girl.
I flip up my collar. She’d be a lot better at her job if she weren’t always rushing. Rushing like a bunny who doesn’t know which way she’s supposed to be hopping. It gives me a damn headache. I loop one end of the tie over the other.
Crunching sounds from the counter. My movements slow, and I shake my head. Kiki doesn’t crunch so loudly. How does Katie manage it with those small neat white teeth of hers?
I tug one end of the tie down. The bottom half sticks out inches below the top. I huff and yank out the knot. Another throat noise rings out.
I stiffen. If she wants my response she’ll have to do better than that. I measure the two ends of the tie and start again.
The ends come out uneven. Fuck. I don’t usually bother with a tie but today’s meeting is important. I’ve got to push if I want to be a businessman who used to be an athlete, and not having it always, always be an athlete who’s doing something else now.
A louder throat clearing rings through my kitchen.
I turn around and instantly regret it. Yep, I’m going to hell. My gaze eats up the pretty little thing at my counter. It’s all I can do to be the man I was raised to be and stay where I am.
Because this devil girl is soaking wet.
Dirty blond hair plastered around her face. Pink t-shirt clinging to perky far-too-young-for-me tits. I’m going to get sued. I’m going to get sued for all I’m worth. And I still can’t help looking.
They’re fucking nice tits.
And she must know it because she had the damn hairdryer and did not dry herself along with the dog. Reason two she can’t be fired.
I’ve been doing what I shouldn’t be doing. Looking where I shouldn’t be looking. Fantasizing about what I should be fantasizing about.
She’s got to know it.
She cocks her finger at me. I blink. She actually just dared summon me with the curl of her finger. Who does she think she is? Yet, there I find myself, striding over to her before deciding I will. She looks up at me, and reaches for my tie, then stops and brings her thumb to her mouth.
The tension bubbling inside me boils white hot. I watch her finger slip between her sweet pink lips. All my blood goes to my pants. My hands fist. I can’t keep myself steady. Her wet tongue flickers over her thumb and my cock gets so hard there’s no way I get to leave this room without her knowing right where she has me. I lean closer. I’m so hungry for that mouth, so desperate for those lips, I’m almost an animal for her. I’m almost ready to throw her to the floor and…
She wipes her hand on her t-shirt as though it were nothing. As though it were just a little peanut butter. My breath gets faster. She’s such a nasty tease. Strutting around my place in her little shorts. Getting herself all wet. Looking at me from under those lashes. She takes the ends of my tie and leans in. I turn my face away, but it doesn’t stop me from taking in her cherry scent.
Does she laugh at her thirty-two-year-old, was-someone-once boss, falling over himself just because there’s a pretty girl in his house?
There’s been a lot of pretty girls on the outskirts of my life. But I can’t remember the last time one has been this close.
The last time I let one this close. Had one in my house.
“There you are.” She tightens the tie. Tightens it right at my throat like a noose.
I grab the knot and yank it, as though it isn’t right. As though she didn’t do it perfectly.
Her hands fall to her lap, and her distracting smile slips down. Hell, that’s where I’m going. Kiki nudges Katie’s lap. Her bright smile returns and she scruffs behind her ears. I reach for my briefcase. Reason three I can’t fire her. She’s brainwashed my best friend into complete devotion.
I head to the door.
“Say bye to Daddy, Kiki.” Katie’s sweet throaty voice catches me halfway out.
I freeze and glance at her.
She waves, and smiles all to one side. “Bye, Daddy.”
I swallow and slam the door closed.
Reason four, I can’t fire her. This girl has my number. She has my damn number and knows exactly how to dial it.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled adrenaline haze writing thrillingly erotic romance. She lives with her husband and children in semirural Victoria. Amber is an award-winning writer, Amazon bestselling author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild and Writers Victoria.
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