Page 22 of Cocky Player

“Oh?”It tumbled out too curious before I could filter it and she grinned at me.

“Not Connor.We’re here to work on some new promo opportunities I have for him, nothing serious, and no, I don’t need your help with this…unless you’d like to sit in?”

And spend an hour confined in a room pretending I hadn’t had my hand wrapped around his dick?I couldn’t imagine how I’d behave.

“I’ll pass if that’s okay.I’m still getting used to the systems here, so I’ll get some more online training done.”

Shelly tapped her hand to the top of my desk and stepped back, waving.“Your call.When he arrives, send him directly back?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her laugh followed her down the hall as she headed back toward her office, and I made a mental note to stop being so formal with everyone.It was a difficult habit to break after so many years at schools where manners and respect for teachers and professors was paramount.

I wiggled my mouse to clear the screensaver on my computer screen and opened up the training modules where I could spend the next two hours going through the scheduling programs as well as ordering apps we used for our promotional materials.All of it seemed so simple, but everyone knew I got this job because of who I was.

It was essential I got up to speed as soon as possible to prove I could handle it.Too bad the chances of me focusing on anything decreased with every tick of the clock.My vision blurred on the screen as the minutes ticked down.

Connor was going to be walking through that door any minute.What was the proper protocol when two adults got each other off with their hands only?Something told me blushing like a fumbling teenager when those things usually happened, wasn’t the right response.

Plus there was the added bonus of my silent phone.Despite him telling me to text him, I figured he’d make the first move.

Maybe he didn’t like what we did as much as I thought or he said?He was a man who was most likely not a stranger to having women drop to their knees at the quick snap of his fingers and his captivating gaze.

But me?I was just a girl who had no idea how to touch a man.God, perhaps going back to Glitz looking for him was a mistake.He probably had a grand time this week, laughing about getting off the clueless girl when he could be with women who knew what to do.My waffling thoughts were my nemesis, much like everything else I went back and forth between on in my life.

Confidence warred with nerves.Freedom conflicted with the comfort of safety.

“Damn it.”Perhaps it was best to pretend that whatever happened with Connor was simply a one-time thing.We made no promises to one another.No further plans.

And besides, I wasn’t even certain how to go about making more plans.Hey there, want to make out again?

How basic.And stupid.

“Well, hello there.”

I jumped at the sound of his voice and whipped my head up.

“Connor,” I sighed, and cringed.I sounded like a breathless girl with an obsessive crush.Not too far off the mark.“Um.Hi.”

I was so lost inside in my head I hadn’t heard him come in, or the elevator.I looked in that direction.Any possible chance I could rewind the last few seconds?Get my head in the game before he showed up so I was prepared for this?He was so large, broad-shouldered, casual in a T-shirt with the Rough Riders double-R logo over his heart, the only thing I could see from behind my desk.

He leaned forward with a cocky smirk I wanted to kiss off his face and rested his elbows almost where Shelly had done minutes ago.“Hello, Brenna.Good week?”He tapped his hands on the top, and I couldn’t look away.

Was he taunting me with his fingers?The heat on my cheeks burned bright and I looked away, back to his eyes, which was almost worse.

He was so unsettling.So certain of everything and I was fumbling to find any word in my vocabulary.

“Yes.Yours?”

“Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this part of the week for several days now.Since Tuesday, maybe?”

“Oh, well…”

“You didn’t text,” he said and the grin of his evaporated replaced with a stern look.“I expected you to.”

Something about the worry in his eyes slowed my racing heart at his presence.Had he been looking forward to it?Or concerned I’d become an overly compulsive girl at the first taste of something good?

I grabbed a pen and tapped it to my desk.“Neither did you.”

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