Ground Floor: Toys and Games by Jorja Lovett

sure as shit can’t forget it’s happened. No promises, no rules, let’s just see where this takes us.”
    Still trying to come down from her sexual high, Jen took a moment to understand what he was saying. “You want us to go on seeing each other? And still work together?”
    “I think we’re grown up enough to handle that, don’t you? Well, if we can keep our hands off each other that is.” He wiped away the traces of her climax from his mouth and started another fizz of excitement coursing through her veins.
    “Yes, Mr Kelsey. Now if that’s all you needed me for, we have a lot of organizing to do in the toy department. Some hot shot manager keeps giving me extra work to do.” She got to her feet and Jamie pulled her into his arms for a kiss. She could taste her arousal on his tongue. Next time she wanted to do the same for him.
    “Right, get back to work before I throw you over this desk and have my wicked way with you again.” He sent her off with a slap on the backside but the banter couldn’t quite erase all her doubts. At some point he would grow tired of her and she didn’t know where that would leave her in the future. Hopefully, still in a job and with a better bedroom repertoire than the next girl, but was that enough?
    Jen headed back to her department more confused than ever. This was what she wanted wasn’t it? A bit of fun without commitment. A relationship based entirely on sex that was never in danger of replacing what she had with Lee.
    She was moving on with her life like so many people had advised her to do ‘Lee would want you to be happy’, ‘You can’t stay single forever’. So why did she still feel like something was missing?

Chapter Nine
    Jamie called in to see his father later that afternoon and keep him up to date on everything he had planned for the bank holidays. When he walked into the main office he was surprised to see the old man had nodded off behind the desk. It was so unlike him. Whether it was due to sleepless nights or ill health, both were grounds for concern.
    Jamie gave a discreet cough to waken his father without making a huge fuss of finding him asleep.
    “Just resting my eyes,” he muttered and immediately set to work organising the books on his desk.
    Jamie wouldn’t even dare suggesting he go home early because he knew it would send him into a rage. He would take it as a personal slight against his competency and not a simple concern from his worried son.
    “I just wanted to let you know I’ve arranged an in-store egg hunt along with those promotions we discussed in the toy department. And we’re doing a leaflet drop in the locale.” He left the relevant pamphlets on the desk for his father’s approval.
    John Kelsey peered at the brightly colored pages over his bi-focals, never hinting one way or the other what he thought of his son’s efforts. “I hope you haven’t wasted our entire budget printing these. You know they’ll be wrapping next week’s fish and chips.”
    Jamie refused to rise to the put-down. “I got a good deal at the printers, so you don’t have to worry, and I’ve agreed to do an article for the local paper in exchange for some free advertising.” This week ahead could make or break Jamie’s future in the store and he was going all out to make sure he delivered on his promise to his father.
    “I hope we don’t end up with a load of mucky kids rampaging through the store and leaving the place a mess at the end of it all. Kelsey’s has a reputation to maintain, you know, and Charles isn’t exactly on board with the idea either.” The pamphlets were tossed back onto the desk and Jamie knew it would take cold hard cash to impress his father.
    “I know. I’ll stay on hand to make sure that doesn’t happen, but I’m sure everything will be fine.” He tried to convince himself too. This little promotion was never going to change the store’s fortunes overnight but if he were able to prove a point to his father, and