Dalton, Tymber - Contractual Obligation (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton Page A
Authors: Tymber Dalton
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always have to assume the worst? Come on, it could be good news.”
“On a Friday afternoon? Not likely.” They walked to Albert Holder’s office. The president of the company didn’t usually call people into his office for a fat-chewing session.
Holder smiled at them when he spotted them in the doorway. He waved them in. “Go ahead and close the door behind you,” he said.
“See?” Tate whispered in Jenny’s ear. She quietly shushed him as they both took seats in front of his desk.
“Well, I guess you’re wondering why I asked you in here.” He smiled. “I won’t keep you hanging any longer. I’m promoting both of you.”
Jenny grinned as she smacked Tate on the arm again. “See? Told you it wasn’t bad.”
“I received two weeks’ notice from Barbara Davis a little bit ago. Her husband is being transferred. The next logical person for her job is you, Jenny.” He looked at Tate. “And the only person I want taking Jenny’s place is you. You haven’t been here very long, I know, but you’ve proven yourself, and you’ve become one of my best workers. You’ll both be getting raises, obviously. The reason I brought you both in here at the same time was because I didn’t want to drag it out. Jenny, you’ll need to help train Tate while Barbara is training you to take her position. I’d like as smooth a transition as possible.”
“Um, how much of a raise are we talking?” Tate asked. “Not that I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth. I don’t care if Jenny knows. I’ll be telling her anyway.”
“Well, okay. You’ll be making what Jenny’s making now, forty thousand a year.”
Tate thought he misheard him. “ Forty grand? Four-zero?”
Mr. Holder smiled. “Yes.” He looked at Jenny.
“Ditto,” she said. “Might as well tell me now. We’ll compare notes later.”
“You’re getting a bump to Barbara’s pay scale, which is forty-eight thousand.”
She let out a happy whistle. “You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”
“Well, I want to keep both of you happy and working for me.”
Tate started to say something, then kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to do anything to blow this in case Doug’s job fell through.
Holder sent them down to human resources before they left for the day. On the way, Jenny grinned. “Want to go out to celebrate?”
“Sure.” He hadn’t told her about Doug’s new job or the problems his parents were going through, not that he knew all the details anyway. Doug’s family was very private when it came to financial matters, and he wanted to respect their privacy.
Ironic, I get a promotion and a great raise, and I’ll probably be leaving in a few weeks anyway.
When he finally got out of the building at five thirty, he saw the missed call from Doug. He called him back and reached Doug’s voice mail. “Hey, babe. Sorry I’m playing phone tag with you,” he said. “Guess what? Holder just gave me and Jenny promotions and kick-ass raises. Wait’ll you hear, it’s nearly double my pay. Give me a call when you can. Jenny wants us to go out and celebrate, so I’ll try to catch you later. Love you.” He hung up and looked at his phone.
Neither one of them had ever been clingy, mopey men. And not jealous ones, either. They enjoyed doing things together, but had friends and interests outside their relationship as well. Both of them agreed that was healthy.
He just wished in this case it didn’t feel quite so lonely. It was the longest stretch he’d been without Doug for months, and he was really missing him and wishing he could celebrate with him tonight instead of Jenny.
* * * *
Doug felt like a real shit when he played Tate’s voice mail. His first thought wasn’t for how fantastic the opportunity was for Tate, but how it gave him a potential opening to suggest Tate not move down right now.
I should grow a set and just tell him.
He didn’t want to let go, though. He loved Tate.
Telling Tate about the details of
“On a Friday afternoon? Not likely.” They walked to Albert Holder’s office. The president of the company didn’t usually call people into his office for a fat-chewing session.
Holder smiled at them when he spotted them in the doorway. He waved them in. “Go ahead and close the door behind you,” he said.
“See?” Tate whispered in Jenny’s ear. She quietly shushed him as they both took seats in front of his desk.
“Well, I guess you’re wondering why I asked you in here.” He smiled. “I won’t keep you hanging any longer. I’m promoting both of you.”
Jenny grinned as she smacked Tate on the arm again. “See? Told you it wasn’t bad.”
“I received two weeks’ notice from Barbara Davis a little bit ago. Her husband is being transferred. The next logical person for her job is you, Jenny.” He looked at Tate. “And the only person I want taking Jenny’s place is you. You haven’t been here very long, I know, but you’ve proven yourself, and you’ve become one of my best workers. You’ll both be getting raises, obviously. The reason I brought you both in here at the same time was because I didn’t want to drag it out. Jenny, you’ll need to help train Tate while Barbara is training you to take her position. I’d like as smooth a transition as possible.”
“Um, how much of a raise are we talking?” Tate asked. “Not that I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth. I don’t care if Jenny knows. I’ll be telling her anyway.”
“Well, okay. You’ll be making what Jenny’s making now, forty thousand a year.”
Tate thought he misheard him. “ Forty grand? Four-zero?”
Mr. Holder smiled. “Yes.” He looked at Jenny.
“Ditto,” she said. “Might as well tell me now. We’ll compare notes later.”
“You’re getting a bump to Barbara’s pay scale, which is forty-eight thousand.”
She let out a happy whistle. “You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”
“Well, I want to keep both of you happy and working for me.”
Tate started to say something, then kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to do anything to blow this in case Doug’s job fell through.
Holder sent them down to human resources before they left for the day. On the way, Jenny grinned. “Want to go out to celebrate?”
“Sure.” He hadn’t told her about Doug’s new job or the problems his parents were going through, not that he knew all the details anyway. Doug’s family was very private when it came to financial matters, and he wanted to respect their privacy.
Ironic, I get a promotion and a great raise, and I’ll probably be leaving in a few weeks anyway.
When he finally got out of the building at five thirty, he saw the missed call from Doug. He called him back and reached Doug’s voice mail. “Hey, babe. Sorry I’m playing phone tag with you,” he said. “Guess what? Holder just gave me and Jenny promotions and kick-ass raises. Wait’ll you hear, it’s nearly double my pay. Give me a call when you can. Jenny wants us to go out and celebrate, so I’ll try to catch you later. Love you.” He hung up and looked at his phone.
Neither one of them had ever been clingy, mopey men. And not jealous ones, either. They enjoyed doing things together, but had friends and interests outside their relationship as well. Both of them agreed that was healthy.
He just wished in this case it didn’t feel quite so lonely. It was the longest stretch he’d been without Doug for months, and he was really missing him and wishing he could celebrate with him tonight instead of Jenny.
* * * *
Doug felt like a real shit when he played Tate’s voice mail. His first thought wasn’t for how fantastic the opportunity was for Tate, but how it gave him a potential opening to suggest Tate not move down right now.
I should grow a set and just tell him.
He didn’t want to let go, though. He loved Tate.
Telling Tate about the details of
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