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I deliberate for a moment on his words. I find that I dislike the fact that she was upset. But it wasn’t intentional. If I had acknowledged her, I would’ve swept everything off her desk, laid her back, ripped her panties off with my teeth, and devoured her.
Hardly the most professional move in my cache.
“No game, just distracted,” I say eventually.
“Did you fix it?”
I smile slowly. “She came in here and called mesir, practically begging me to praise her. Yeah, I fixed it.”
“Sir,” he murmurs, his eyes going darker.
I lean forward, his tone telling me all I need to know about how he feels about that. “You like that?”
He blinks and comes back from wherever his thoughts led him. “Do you?”
I shake my head. “Nah, not my style. Now if she called me her sweet boy or her cuddlebunny, then we’d be in the vicinity.”
I can see I’ve surprised him. I laugh, not even slightly embarrassed by my admission.
“Seriously? You’re an enigma.”
I shrug. “Everyone has layers, sir.”
His cheeks go red. “Fuck off.”
I press my lips together. I’m not into ribbing him, but that was just waiting there for me to pick up and run with.
“Let me guess, you’d want flowers and teddies on Valentine’s Day as well?” he drawls, deflecting.
“Err, yeah, all about the romance, bro.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, rubbing his hand over his face. “You are a massive cock.”
“Ihavea massive cock. Makes sense that I am one.”
“You’re impossible. What the fuck is up with you today?”
I spin around in my chair once, contemplating that. “Bailey. She has given me a sense of…I don’t even know how to describe it.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that if she gives you a teddy, Finn will massacre it, just for something to do. He is getting, you know.”
“Bored,” I finish for him. “I know. We need to step this up with Bailey before he loses it completely. I don’t want him hurting her.”
It is a valid concern. Not that I think he would do it, well, not intentionally isn’t right, but I know he doesn’t want to hurt-hurt her. He wants to see her bleed, but I have a feeling he will want to soothe her afterward. I’ve studied the way he looks at her, and it is unlike anything else I’ve ever seen.
Even with me.
He will let her in, and when he does, if she rejects him, there will be no coming back from that. So in his own best interests, he needs to tread softly.
“How are we supposed to move this forward? She has been here two days.”
“We invite her to drinks and take her to the club on Friday night.”
“Do you think she will accept?”
“I will make it impossible for her not to.”
“Don’t hurt her just to get her to need your approval,” he says with a frown.
