Page 67 of One Good Puck
“I, uh, haven’t met with Terry in accounting yet this quarter though, so I don’t know how adding another full-time position would factor into the team’s payroll budget,” I say.
Greg waves a hand. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of her salary, no problem.”
His phone buzzes in his suit jacket pocket. He frowns at the screen. “I have to get going,” he says when he looks back at me. “Can we talk more about this later? Maybe sometime in the next couple of months?”
“Yeah, of course. Call me or send me an email, and I’d be happy to get things rolling.”
He stands up, shakes my hand, and thanks me again.
“And hey, you’re doing a great job with the team,” Greg says. “I’ve been impressed with their performance so far this season.”
“Thank you.”
I walk him out of my office and close the door behind me, then get back to work. I finish out the day andhead home. I walk into the kitchen and throw some leftovers from the fridge into the microwave, then skim through some emails on my phone while I wait for my food to warm up.
“How do I look?” Abby asks.
When I look up from my phone, my eyes almost pop out of my head.
Because there’s Abby, standing a dozen feet in front of me, looking sexy as fuck.
She’s wearing this tight black dress that hits right at her knees and with a low neckline that shows off her breasts.
My mouth waters.
I force myself to tear my gaze away from her perfect tits back up to her face. She’s smiling, but she looks nervous. I’m not sure why. She looks fucking incredible.
“You look…” My brain is in a frenzy trying to find the right words.
What I really want to say is that she looks insanely fucking hot, but that seems pretty inappropriate to say to the woman who’s my housemate. Especially after we’ve reinforced the boundaries of our friendship.
“You look beautiful,” I finally say.
Her smile is bright. She lets out a breath like she’s relieved. “Thank you.” She walks over to where I’m standing next to the kitchen island, sets her purse on the counter, and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.
“You had me scared for a second with that long pause you took,” she teases after taking a sip. “I thought you were going to say I look bad.”
I scoff. “Abby, you’re beautiful, no matter what you wear. You couldn’t look bad if you tried.”
Her eyes widen the slightest bit, like she’s shocked at what I’ve said. Does she not know how she looks? Does noone in her life compliment her? She’s stunning. I’ve seen the way people look at her. They can’t take their eyes off of her. Maybe she just doesn’t notice.
Her full cheeks flush a pretty pink shade. She flashes a shy smile that’s so cute.
“Thank you,” she says. “I haven’t had a reason to get dressed up in a while, so I’m a little nervous to wear something like this.”
She gestures at her black dress.
I hold her gaze. “You have no reason to be nervous. You’re stunning.”
The corners of her mouth curve up into a gorgeous smile. “You’re sweet.”
I tear my gaze from her and start going through the stack of mail on the counter in front of me, so I don’t keep staring at her.
“Where’s Emma tonight?” I ask.
“Sleepover at her friend’s house.”
“Oh, that’s right. So you’re going out for a girls’ night or something?” I ask.
