So maybe... Duke wouldn’t hurt him?
Nat tried to relax when Duke prowled forward. He looked over his shoulder at the man, only for those pale golden eyes to rake down Nat’s body, from his head to his ass, then down his legs.
Nat blushed. Before he could say anything, Duke’s gaze swept back up to his face.
“Your name is Nat?” Duke rumbled.
Nat nodded quickly. “I’m the raccoon.”
“I will have you prove that later.” Duke approached Nat warily. He dragged his office chair away from his desk and sat in it.
But he didn’t go far. Nat was still lying flat against the desk, and Duke was sitting with his legs apart, his clothes hugging his body, showing off the bulge between his thighs.
It was right in front of Nat’s face.
Nat’s eyes watered; he was trying so hard not to look at it.
But his attention kept drifting south. Looking at someone’s bulge up close was really different from seeing it across a huge office.
It was sobig.
“What are your qualifications?” Duke asked.
Nat sagged with relief. “I graduated from high school and got a scholarship for college, but I dropped out after two years.”
Duke’s eyebrow twitched. “Why?”
“Personal reasons. They were making it hard for me to focus on school.” Nat tried not to look down, but his remaining fingers twitched. Duke caught the movement and glanced at Nat’s hands; he stared at them for a long while.
Nat wished so badly that his fingers were still intact. They made him feel so ugly.
Duke opened his mouth. At the last moment, he seemed to change what he’d been about to say. “Would you go back to school if you could?”
Nat nodded, then shook his head. “Well, maybe. I have a daughter, Wanda. She’s ten months old. I’m the only one taking care of her, and if I have a job, she and the job come first. So I don’t think I’d have time for school.”
“Hmm. Past work experience?”
“I’ve done some admin and data entry, and I think I’m pretty organized! So I’ll be fine with scheduling too. I’ll learn everything I don’t know. But I can’t drive and don’t have a car.” Nat winced.
“Why do you want this job?”
“Because I need the money. Obviously,” Nat said, then froze. “Crap. I shouldn’t have said that. Maybe you could, uh, go back and wipe that part from your memory?”
Duke snorted. Nat hid his face in his hands.
I need to do better,Nat told himself. He straightened his shoulders and met Duke’s gaze.
“I want this job because I believe I am a great candidate and will bring your company lots of results,” he blabbed. From the knowing look in Duke’s eyes, he wasn’t buying it. “Damn it.”
“Money is a great motivator,” Duke said dryly.
He asked a few more questions, and Nat thankfully didn’t fumble those.
“All right,” Duke said eventually, straightening in his chair.
It made his pants tug around his bulge. Nat had to swallow his drool.
“Prove to me that you’re the raccoon,” Duke said. “Shift right where you are.”
