Page 20 of Mailroom Delight
“No. I don’t.” He was having fun at my expense. I wouldn’t indulge in it.
“This person, this version of you can’t just be shaped overnight. I can’t leave you to simply look into it.”
“What do you suggest then Mr. Dempsey?”
“Oh no, you call me Jason.”
I would prefer to call him asshole, but again I held my tongue.
“What do you suggest then,Jason?”
He leaned back in his chair and gave me a purely sexual look that made my nerves scatter.
“Go out with me.”
I blinked several times and glared at him. “What the hell?”
“Go out with me.”
“No. I’m not going anywhere with you.” I protested.
“Afraid you might like it, Sweet Thing?”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not sweet.”
“You are to me,Sweet Thing.” There was that smile again. “You look sweet, butwhenI taste you I’ll have better confirmation then.”
I swallowed hard as my cheeks heated up. “When?”
“When. I’m only ninety percent sure now that you’re sweet.”
I didn’t think I’d ever met anyone who was so blatant and overly sexual.
“There will be no when.” I tried, but the thought of being tasted in whatever way he meant filled me with pure desire. Something I hadn’t felt in years.
“Yes, Paige. There will. Go out with me tomorrow night. Think of it as research.” He rose slowly and stood, flashing me that smile again.
“Research?”
“For work. The Paige who wrote to Tilly way back when didn’t need to look into things and change the way she gave advice. The advice she gave came straight from her soul. I want that girl back. That woman.” He looked at me now, knowing he got to me. Knowing he had a hold on me. “Meet me at eight at the JLM Bar.”
I felt too displaced to answer him.
He walked out though not needing my answer, because he knew I was going to say yes.
Even if I didn’t want to.
