Page 5 of Bossing My Holiday
“Not like what? Sexual? Interested in two men at the same time? What makes you so sure? Word has it she had a vibrator in her purse.”
I grunt. “She claimed it was a gag gift from her birthday last week.”
“So.”
“So cut the shit!” I snap. “You just said it. She’s the best admin we’ve had in twelve years, and we don’t fuck our employees.”
“That’s why you haven’t touched her, and it’s why I won’t either. Despite the fact that I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.” He throws a hand up and heads for my door. “See you at the meeting.”
My eyes close, and I lean back in my seat. He’s just fucking with me. I know it. He’s never tried anything with her before, and he certainly won’t now that she’s working for him. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m so wound up and tense. Maybe Paris will be good for me. A break from the office and Boston, even if it’s still work, and dealing with my family, who are loaded with expectations.
Jasmine informs me that the Smithfield group is running approximately ten minutes late for our virtual meeting, and I make my way down to the conference floor, wanting to see for myself that everything is as it should be. This is the biggest deal we’ve undertaken since we started OuestHicks, and it needs to go off without a hitch.
I round the corner, my shoes tapping lightly against the hardwood floor when I stop short by the edge of the kitchen, swearing I hear Waverly’s voice. If she’s in the fucking kitchen getting a snack instead of being in the conference room, so help me?—
“What’s up with your apartment?” a woman, who I think is her friend Jennie, asks. I’ve seen them together a lot, stealing breaks and quick chats when they think I don’t notice.
“The landlord said it was a broken pipe that flooded the basement and shorted out the electrical. He said they’re working on fixing it, so hopefully by the time I get home I have heat and hot water,” Waverly responds, sounding tired and a little beat down, which isn’t like her. She’s normally cheerful sunshine or raising hell with me.
“I’m so sorry, hon. Can I do anything? If you need to, you can stay with us tonight.”
“No. I’m good. It’ll be fine. But remind me not to allow you to purchase me gifts anymore.”
Jennie cracks up. “I heard about the asshole spray and the vibrator. At least it didn’t go off and start vibrating all over the floor in front of his hotholeness.”
Hotholeness? Is that… is she talking about me? I inch closer to the kitchen, debating if I should go in there or not.
“Oh my god. Could you imagine if it did that? I would have died. I mean, more than I already did. I’m also pretty sure he saw the top of my ass.”
I did. And her black thong with it. It took everything I had not to get hard.
“Maybe if it had, you could have shown him how to use it on you.”
My eyes bulge and my lips part as an unfortunate heat crawls up the back of my neck and makes my cock pulse. The thought of Waverly spread-eagle and showing me how to make her come with a vibrator is almost too much. I adjust my collar and tie, urging it to dissipate.
“Jennie! Shhh. Stop that. That’s a big fat no.”
“No? Honey, that man is a lot of things, but a no isn’t one of them. In fact, he strikes me as the type who would have you screamingyesall night long. He’s sinfully gorgeous.”
“Ah! Stop! Sinful is right. He’s Satan. And like Satan, he’s beautiful and alluring, but dangerous and, well, evil. He hates me and isn’t shy about letting me know it. Besides, that vibrator is going where it belongs, in my nightstand drawer.”
“What about Braxton? You’re working for him now too.”
“I know. I’m a little nervous about that. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I’m ready for it. It’s what I want.”
“To be sandwiched between them? Who could blame you?” She sighs dramatically. “If I weren’t married and in love with my husband, I’d knock you unconscious and take your place.”
Waverly laughs. “It’s every girl’s dream right there. Oh wait, except they’re my bosses. Shucks.”
“Still, the raise has to help.”
“I don’t know how much it is, but whatever it is, I’m grateful for it. The nursing home Nana is in informed me they’re raising their rates next year, and there’s no way I’ll be able to afford it and continue paying off her debts and my crappy studio apartment, let alone eat. I’m barely able to do all of that now.”
“Oh, honey. Can I do anything?”
“No. But thank you. Hopefully, this raise will be the answer I need.”
I didn’t know that about her grandmother, and a strange discomfort comes over me. That’s why she’s so driven, working a million hours, and never even takes so much as a sick day. She’s working to take care of her grandmother and, from the sound of it, barely making ends meet. My lips tug down in a frown.
