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He does it for me, man, Bez replies.Look at that impish smile and those plump fuckable lips. Want to fill them with my hard dick.
So damn vulgar, I tell him.
Like you weren’t staring at him with filthy thoughts two seconds ago, he retorts.
He’s…peculiar.
Is that why you follow him every day after work until he gets into his car? Because he’s peculiar?
He works late, and I’m changing the security in the underground garage. It’s just a precaution.
He’s a buzzing little wasp with an unstoppable, conniving mind, an ass that doesn’t quit, and a sting ready to prick anyone who bothers him, Bez replies like he didn’t hear a word I said.
I counter,Everybody calls him Gremlin.
Like I fucking care what everybody does. He’s a little wasp. End of discussion.
He’s rarely this final about anything. Doesn’t care enough usually.
My ex-assistant lets out a muffled sob, and I hear Lori saying to him, “Oh, you’re a sandwich short of a picnic if you keep wasting those tears on a lost job.”
“A what?” Evelyn asks him.
“One of my gran’s sayings.” He waves a dismissive hand at her. Lori’s grandmother was from the UK, and he got all these odd British words and expressions from her. “Firing people is the boss’s go-to response for everything, kind of like the Queen of Hearts and her ‘Off with their heads.’”
“Right. Here take this and show it to Mr. Crandfild when you go see him tomorrow for the PA job. Good luck!” Evelyn quickly says, handing an envelope to the temp PA. She lifts her gaze and it meets mine.
I push the door open, revealing my presence to everybody and take a step inside her office.
“Mr. Reed,” she addresses me, hurriedly standing up from her chair behind the desk, while all the eyes in the room turn on me. Lori’s impish smile—as Bez has called it—doesn’t falter. My ex-assistant quickly dries his eyes, and after uttering a few mumbled words, he leaves the office, being very careful not to brush against me while he walks away.
“All of a sudden I feel a chill in the room, Eve.” Lori turns to Evelyn who frowns in response. “It’s like a dark entity just entered the premises,” he insolently adds. “I can see my breath!”
“And I can hear you,” I tell him.
“I know that. Quit looking at me in that tone of voice,” he says flippantly, crossing his arms in front of his narrow chest. But I can see the glimmer of humor in his gaze.
I cast him a haughty look. “What tone of voice?”
“That!” He points a delicate finger in my direction. “With the Paddington hard stare.”
Paddington the Bear?
That smart mouth. I’ve never believed in demonic possession, but I might have to revise my opinion on the matter because Lori is…
A little wasp, Bez reminds me.If Satan ever summoned him to hell, he’d go with a pleased smirk and act like he owns the place.
“Mr. Reed?” I hear the HR manager calling me. Damn, I got lost in my inner conversation again.
“Evelyn, did you get around my temp PA issue?” I ask her. My question produces a snort out of Lori.
I shift my attention back to him. “Something amusing?”
He wets his lower lip, the cherry red tip of his tongue makes a quick appearance, sliding in the soft dip in the middle before retreating as his teeth slowly trail the same path. A tiny mole on the edge of his incredible mouth strangely catches my eyes, while Bez finds the whole lips move deeply arousing.
“Your temp PA reign of terror? Not particularly,” Lori shamelessly retorts. Makes me want to see that mouth screaming. In pain or pleasure, I’m not sure.
Both, Bez growls, and I feel my dick twitch inside my boxer briefs.
