toward his office and hesitated. Hoates slowed near my desk. He leered some more and I
suddenly felt like buttoning my blouse all the way up. It wasn’t like I was
flashing cleavage or anything. I had a cami on under my
blouse, but Hoates’s gaze made me feel dirty.
Clearing his throat, Jeremy gained Hoates’s attention. “I have dinner plans and am pressed for time.”
“Of course,” said Hoates ,
following him into the office. They left the door open and started in on what I
expected would be yet another three hours of getting nowhere.
I grabbed my cell phone and pressed the contact button
marked Janie. She answered on the second ring. “Hot, young, horny and
desperately sick of working on this ad project speaking. How can I help you?”
“Goofball,” I said softly. I didn’t like making personal
calls at work.
“Yes, I am. What’s up?” my best friend Janie asked.
“I have to bail on girls’ night tonight.”
“Lisa, get off Ansiley’s phone and
give her back. She’s nothing if not on time and never one to cancel plans,” she
joked.
I smiled. “I have a dinner, uh, date?”
“Was that formed as a question?”
With a snort, I turned partially in my chair. “Jeremy asked
me to dinner.”
“Mr. Hotsauce Boss? Mr. Wish You
Had Him Spread Out Wearing Nothing But a Layer of Whipped Cream?”
I blushed, sorry I’d shared that particular fantasy with
her. “Yes. Him.”
“Oh God, are you going to have sex with him?” she asked, her
voice low. I knew she was at work and she wasn’t one to talk openly with
strangers around about anything to do with sex.
“Wanting to and getting to are two different things,” I
answered.
“ Ansiley , if you sleep with him it
could cost you your job.”
I hated hearing reason when all I wanted to hear was confirmation
dinner was a good idea and that I was forgiven from having to bail out on girls’
night. I should have called Lisa. She’d have told me to show up at dinner naked
to be sure I got sex out of the night. Stupid me, I picked the more repressed
of my best friends as a phone-a-friend-helpline.
“What are you going to wear?”
“Exactly what I’m in,” I replied. “He said it was fine.”
“How late will you be?” Worry coated her voice.
I smiled. “I’ll be home before curfew, Mom.”
“Wench,” she teased.
“Love you too. Gotta go.” I hung
up and returned to my task at hand—my job.
At the one-and-a-half-hour mark from when Hoates had arrived, the voices from Jeremy’s office became
louder. Things were heated, more than normal when the two of them were
together.
“ Ansiley , bring me the Gates file,”
Jeremy said from his office.
I grabbed the file he’d requested and slipped my T-strap
heels back on. It took practice to be able to ease in and out of them, but I
managed. I had a bad habit of slipping them off whenever I sat at my desk. I
entered Jeremy’s office and moved past William Hoates as fast as I could.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked, my gaze on
Jeremy.
He didn’t look up from the papers before him. “No.”
He was pissed. Glad it wasn’t at me.
“I’ll take a tall glass of you,” William said smugly. He
whistled between his teeth and stared me up and down blatantly. “I can see why
Jeremy spends so much time at work. With a secretary as hot as you I’d never
leave the office either.”
“William,” Jeremy said sternly. “She is an administrative
assistant and not up for discussion.”
“Come on, Jer ,” William returned,
sounding whiny. “We’ve known each other a long time. She’s exactly your
type. You like them with dark hair and blue eyes—creamy pale skin.”
“Enough,” said Jeremy.
William couldn’t seem to leave well enough alone. He’d never
been this overtly inappropriate to me before. “You vanished from the scene
months ago and we all wondered what happened. I didn’t realize you were getting
your kink on here at the office. Damn. She is fine. Tell
suddenly felt like buttoning my blouse all the way up. It wasn’t like I was
flashing cleavage or anything. I had a cami on under my
blouse, but Hoates’s gaze made me feel dirty.
Clearing his throat, Jeremy gained Hoates’s attention. “I have dinner plans and am pressed for time.”
“Of course,” said Hoates ,
following him into the office. They left the door open and started in on what I
expected would be yet another three hours of getting nowhere.
I grabbed my cell phone and pressed the contact button
marked Janie. She answered on the second ring. “Hot, young, horny and
desperately sick of working on this ad project speaking. How can I help you?”
“Goofball,” I said softly. I didn’t like making personal
calls at work.
“Yes, I am. What’s up?” my best friend Janie asked.
“I have to bail on girls’ night tonight.”
“Lisa, get off Ansiley’s phone and
give her back. She’s nothing if not on time and never one to cancel plans,” she
joked.
I smiled. “I have a dinner, uh, date?”
“Was that formed as a question?”
With a snort, I turned partially in my chair. “Jeremy asked
me to dinner.”
“Mr. Hotsauce Boss? Mr. Wish You
Had Him Spread Out Wearing Nothing But a Layer of Whipped Cream?”
I blushed, sorry I’d shared that particular fantasy with
her. “Yes. Him.”
“Oh God, are you going to have sex with him?” she asked, her
voice low. I knew she was at work and she wasn’t one to talk openly with
strangers around about anything to do with sex.
“Wanting to and getting to are two different things,” I
answered.
“ Ansiley , if you sleep with him it
could cost you your job.”
I hated hearing reason when all I wanted to hear was confirmation
dinner was a good idea and that I was forgiven from having to bail out on girls’
night. I should have called Lisa. She’d have told me to show up at dinner naked
to be sure I got sex out of the night. Stupid me, I picked the more repressed
of my best friends as a phone-a-friend-helpline.
“What are you going to wear?”
“Exactly what I’m in,” I replied. “He said it was fine.”
“How late will you be?” Worry coated her voice.
I smiled. “I’ll be home before curfew, Mom.”
“Wench,” she teased.
“Love you too. Gotta go.” I hung
up and returned to my task at hand—my job.
At the one-and-a-half-hour mark from when Hoates had arrived, the voices from Jeremy’s office became
louder. Things were heated, more than normal when the two of them were
together.
“ Ansiley , bring me the Gates file,”
Jeremy said from his office.
I grabbed the file he’d requested and slipped my T-strap
heels back on. It took practice to be able to ease in and out of them, but I
managed. I had a bad habit of slipping them off whenever I sat at my desk. I
entered Jeremy’s office and moved past William Hoates as fast as I could.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked, my gaze on
Jeremy.
He didn’t look up from the papers before him. “No.”
He was pissed. Glad it wasn’t at me.
“I’ll take a tall glass of you,” William said smugly. He
whistled between his teeth and stared me up and down blatantly. “I can see why
Jeremy spends so much time at work. With a secretary as hot as you I’d never
leave the office either.”
“William,” Jeremy said sternly. “She is an administrative
assistant and not up for discussion.”
“Come on, Jer ,” William returned,
sounding whiny. “We’ve known each other a long time. She’s exactly your
type. You like them with dark hair and blue eyes—creamy pale skin.”
“Enough,” said Jeremy.
William couldn’t seem to leave well enough alone. He’d never
been this overtly inappropriate to me before. “You vanished from the scene
months ago and we all wondered what happened. I didn’t realize you were getting
your kink on here at the office. Damn. She is fine. Tell
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