Page 19 of His Curvy Temptation

But it’s still shallow sex. Sex with someone who is practically a stranger. Sex with someone who doesn’t know a god damn thing about me.

And Andy? After last night, she knows more about me than most people in my life. My background. My shoulder injury, for fuck’s sake. I don’t tell anyone about that, not about how it happened.

Fell out of a bed.

It’s technically the truth. And more information than I’ve ever given someone voluntarily, before.

I wonder what a sweet thing like Andy would say if she knew the full truth though, if she had all of the information about how I damaged my shoulder.

Would she look at me differently? Would she seem more afraid of me than she already seems at times?

I don’t really want to find out. That’s why I had to shut up last night, before I found myself accidentally spilling way too much information.

Today, I’m hungover and nursing a large mug of hot, black coffee. Waiting on floor thirteen, leaning casually against a wall by the elevator as people get out, filing past me with curious, slightly fearful looks on their faces, whispering to one another once they think they’re out of earshot.

Whatever. Probably wondering why the fuck the “big boss” is on their floor this morning.

Good. Let them be afraid. And let them be curious and nosy, too. A bigger audience for what I’m about to do is even better. I’ve been looking forward to humiliating Dan since last night.

Finally the thing I’m waiting for happens. Dan steps out of the elevator, a spring in his step, holding his morning latte and talking fast to his young assistant who is rushing to write down his many instructions for the day.

“Morning, Dan,” I say grimly, stepping in front of him so that he has to stop short.

“Morning, Stone,” he simpers.

Dan’s always been such a kiss ass, something that I can’t stand. But he does good work, and for that reason, he’s been around for a few years, climbing the corporate ladder in his department. I tolerate him in small doses, thankful that I don’t have to deal with him in any major capacity, but ever since his recent promotion, he’s been like a fly buzzing in my ear. Annoying as hell.

Still, I wasn’t about to fire him for that. If I fired everyone I found annoying, I would only have a handful of people left.

But last night? Last night crossed a line and I’m not willing to tolerate another fucking second of his shit. I don’t care how well he can do his job. I’ll hire five people to replace him if I have to, as long as it means I don’t have to see his stupid face again.

His stupidpunchableface.

“We need to have a little chat,” I say to him icily, enjoying the way that I can sense the whole floor’s eyes on my back.

Dan’s eyes widen slightly for a moment but then he’s back to his cool, simpering demeanor.

“Certainly,” he says. “Please, my office is just this way. Amelia, will you take notes please?”

“No need,” I say, holding a hand up to Amelia. “This is a private matter and should only take a minute.”

Dan raises a brow but says nothing else, leading me to his ridiculous corner office while Amelia hangs back, looking unsure.

Heads turn as we walk and I make sure that everyone can witness the unhappy look on my face as I turn to shut the door of Dan’s office, locking the two of us inside.

Dan sits behind his desk, folding his hands on the top of it and looking up at me.

“What can I do for you, Stone?”

“It’s about last night,” I say.

“Oh, the Cook account,” Dan says, snapping his fingers. He opens a drawer and begins to talk some more. “Of course. Well, don’t worry about a thing. I put the pressure on them big time and they’ve agreed to come down by ten cents per unit. It’ll mean eating into other parts of their business and some jobs might get cut…but hey, that’s life right?”

“It’s not about the Cook account,” I snap.

“Well, then what’s it about?” Dan laughs nervously. “You know Cook has been my sole focus for the last few weeks…if it’s something else I’ve asked Amelia to handle it so you might need to-"

“It’s about Andy.”

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