I nod, surveying the new addition to my office. “Yes, if I’m going to resume his training then I want him close by so we’re not wasting time going back and forth between my office and his cubicle.”
I want that perky-assed, blonde-haired package of attitude in my space, flirting and fluttering those long eyelashes in my direction while he sasses me.
“Are you sure you don’t want his desk next to mine? He’d just be around the corner then,” she suggests.
“This will work for now.” I appreciate the suggestion and realize this is a temporary solution. I can only get away with having his desk in my office for “training purposes” for so long. If Maria’s reactionis anything to go by, the employees will think it’s downright weird anyway.
A thrill runs through me, my mood perking right the fuck up when I think of all the potential ways he could react.
He’s not the only one who likes to push buttons.
Noting his shift should be starting soon, I lean a hip on the doorway of my office and wait. Right on time, Luke’s form turns the corner as he begins striding down the hallway connecting the lobby to the main office floor. My eyes instinctively roam down his body, my stomach tightening as I take in today’s outfit. He’s wearing another pair of black skinny jeans but these have rips just above his knees that show off a hint of skin. His white t-shirt clings to his torso almost indecently, a black coat is hanging off his shoulders, and his hair is pulled back into a tight bun.
A mental image of me tugging on that hair tie and freeing his thick locks so I can run my fingers through them comes to me unbidden, followed by an image of my fist twisting a handful of hair around my hand and pulling.
Control yourself.
He’s typing away on his phone, a frown marring his beautiful face. When I realize he’s about to walk past me without even looking up, I clear my throat.
“Luke, my office.”
His eyes dart up, widening in an almost comical way. “Shit, it’s only my third day. I can’t be in trouble already.”
I snort-laugh. “You’re not in trouble.”
He gives me a skeptical look before nodding. I remain rooted to the doorway, forcing him to squeeze past me to get inside. My breath hitches when his body brushes against me, and he gives me thisinnocent little blink. But I don’t miss the way he bites his lower lip as he turns away and strides over to the empty chair in front of my desk.
As I flop down in my own chair, he sighs dramatically and speaks again. “Is this because of the other day? Because I already told you I wasn’t flirting.”
Just the mention of it makes me want to grind my teeth, fresh irritation flaring to life. I begin methodically rolling up the sleeves of my white business shirt. Partly because I want to distract myself and partly because I want to see if he’ll ogle my forearms again. “Good. Because, like I said, my employees are here to work.”
Luke gives me a disbelieving little snort. “But it’s okay for you to flirt.”
My movements freeze, my eyes snapping up to his at the petulant tone. Ignoring the way it makes my cock perk up, I narrow my eyes. “What was that?”
He shudders, desire pooling in his eyes at my steely tone before averting his gaze. “Nothing.”
I smirk. “That’s what I thought.”
I bet he whines so beautifully when he comes.
He crosses his arms, his plump lips pulling down into something almost resembling a pout. “No workplace fraternization, got it. Can I go now?”
I scoff. “No.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m taking over your training.”
When my eyes flick toward the far corner of the room, his own gaze follows and he finally notices the new addition. His eyebrows pull up.
“It’ll be easier if you temporarily move into my office with me, so I can be close by whenever you need assistance,” I explain.
He turns back to me with a coy smile, his lack of anger suspicious. When I narrow my eyes, his smile only widens. “It’s weird to be punished fornotflirting, but whatever. Spending all day with you isn’t exactly going to be a hardship.” He shrugs. “It’s honestly like the coolest non-punishment-slash-punishment ever.”
I don’t think he notices the way I go slack-jawed as he gets up and strides over to the computer. My mouth goes dry at his words and, based on his casual attitude, it almost seems like he doesn’t even realize he just admitted to wanting to spend time with me. By the time he sits down and turns his computer on, I manage to smooth out my expression.
He grins, spinning the chair in a few lazy circles before finally turning back to the screen. I roll my eyes.
