I stop and put my hands back in my pockets. I'm not sure I can keep our relationship strictly professional. And how will Samaera react to Janet? Will they get along or butt heads?
I pick up my phone. My mom will be thrilled, though.
Can you do lunch today?
Yes, that would be lovely. What time?
One?
Can we make it three, darling? I've only just had breakfast.
Three will be fine.
Do you have a preference?
Shall I meet you at Michael's Pizzeria? We haven't eaten pizza together in ages.
Yes, I'll meet you there. Get a booth. I'm bringing my new PA, Sam, for your evaluation.
Oh, that's right. Chad's last day was today. Looking forward to meeting your new right-hand man and getting him squared away on how important loyalty is.
Got to run.
Tootles, Darling.
Ok, the smile on my face is ridiculous. I don't know how I will handle this, but I will. I've faced tougher challenges than this before. I walk around to sit behind my desk.
Controlling the physical space between us will be paramount. I pull the chair back from the credenza where it stopped when Dixie Doodle crash-landed in my office, and I sit in it.
I need to have a sit down with Samaera and feel her out. God, do I ever want to feel her out, eat her out, bore her out!
I rub my face with my hands. I have thought about her every day since she walked out on me, and now, she's off limits. What the fuck?
But it is what it is.
I hit the intercom button on my desk phone. "Samaera, come in here."
"Samaera is currently unavailable." Her monotone voice replies.
I release the intercom and laugh at her snarky comeback. Then struggling to control my voice, I try again. "Is Sam available?"
"Yes."
"Would Sam come in here, please?"
"Since you asked politely, yes."
"Hmph."She isn't going to go easy on me.
My fingers tap on my desk. Waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
I look at the intercom.What the fuck is taking so long? Should I buzz her again or go get her? But the door handle rattles. The next thing I see takes my breath away, and I instantly have second thoughts about working with her.
When she sprinted into the office earlier and fell head first, she was a mess. Although she was still beautiful with her hair falling out of her bun that sat crooked on her head, she was the same woman who belted 'Jeremiah was a bullfrog' at the top of her lungs and rode my cock like a rodeo queen. Gorgeous but non-threatening.
