Page 10 of Mailroom Delight
“I wasn’t breaking in,” she protested.
“Oh, so I suppose you were just showing off that sweet ass of yours then. That was a blessing too.”
She gasped. “You are so out of line.”
“No Sweet Thing, just stating the obvious. Anyhow, we do need to talk about your column. How about today at three?”
“No,” She shook her head. “I’m busy.”
“Four then.” I offered knowing I wouldn’t win.
“No. We don’t need to talk about my column. It’s fine.” She folded her arms under her breasts which I couldn’t help but notice, the force she was putting across her ribs was forcing her cleavage out.
I was already imagining what sort of wild fun we could have before my brain could process it, but I brought my attraction down a notch, so I could set up this business date.
“Feedback is a tool that can be helpful. You won’t accept feedback?”
“You think I have no heart. That is not feedback. That is a criticism of me. You don’t know me.”
“You like how I look, that’s my ticket in,” I replied smugly.
The look on her face did make me laugh this time.
Appalled, wasn’t a strong enough word to describe her expression.
My grandma used to sayflabbergasted. That was how I’d describeAsk Paige’s expression as she glowered at me.
I’d have to call grandma at some point and let her know I understood what the word meant now.
Paige shook her head and walked around me, ready to leave me to my laughter.
“See you at four, Sweet Thing.” I called out before she reached the door, to which she turned and scowled at me.
Sweet Thing,was grandma too. Grandma Dempsey called everyone that, but it probably sounded more endearing from her. Just then I’d attempted to replicate her strong Louisiana accent, in true Southern belle style.
I got the feeling I was going to be in for a very interesting time here atPortrait Magazine.
It may turn out to be my best acquisition yet.
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Paige
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What an asshole.
God, I didn’t think I’d ever met a more arrogant man, and I bet that arrogance resonated from the fact that he knew he was good looking.
Why did all the good-looking ones think they needed to behave like Neanderthals?
I sighed and rested my head against the back of my door as I closed it.
Okay, maybe not all the good-looking ones were like that.
Paul was handsome. I liked how he looked too, but I felt guilty I never looked at him the way I did Mr. Jason Dempsey.
And, I felt bad for my other reactions too. The heat I felt when he teased me.
