Page 60 of Play of Love
“You’ve been great. Now, I have to get back to work.”
He watched me with narrowed eyes and that silly half-smile on his face that told me he wasn’t done yet with whatever plan he had up his sleeve. I stepped around him, sat back down, and started typing away at the keyboard, ignoring his intense gaze.
Out the corner of my eye I saw him take off his wrists supports and then his watch, both of which he rested on the side of the desk. I glanced up at him but didn’t encourage any conversation. Best to ignore him, then he’d hopefully leave me alone to work.
I opened up the files with the reports the last PA made. I had to check them and then attach them to the email. Hopefully that would take another hour tops.
I had just opened the file for January when Josh pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it over to the ground beside the Xerox copier. I turned to glare at him but the words escaped me as I beheld the site of his masterpiece torso adorned with stunning tribal tattoos.
He was a work of art and I swore he looked like the perfect specimen of what God intended when he made man. Josh was the blueprint and I noted that he looked dramatically different to when I saw him shirtless weeks ago. He’d looked like he’d accumulated more muscle and he looked more sculpted. He’d been eating super healthy and having these superfood shakes he called his magic punch.
Put that together with his training and this was what you got. The extremely overconfident man standing tall and proud before me who took pride in his amazing looks and the way I was looking at him.
“What are you doing?” I hissed trying to stop my blood from coursing through my veins at a hundred miles an hour. There was no doubt that my cheeks were now red and the uncontrollable; blushing had seized me once again.
“Stripping.” He said it like it was nothing, like he was gardening or something.
“What? Are you crazy?”
“Yes.” He nodded and smiled. Then to my surprise he switched off the computer and, with one swift move, picked me up. I shrieked when he tossed me over his shoulder as if I was a rag doll. It brought the image of a caveman up in my mind and I tried to stop myself from laughing.
“Josh, you put me down this second,” I yelped, smacking his back, which was also covered in more tattoos.
He answered by switching off the office lights and closing the door as we went through it.
“Josh, you’re my boss. I work for you. This is not good work behavior.” It was fruitless. My attempts were fruitless.
He carried me into the sitting room and set me down.
“Perry is going to go mad.”
“Perry can go fu—”
“Language, Josh,” I hissed, giggling.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I always talk like this. It’s football language.” He winced. “Okay, this is what I’ll tell Perry if he complains. I’ll tell him gofillhimself with something because we’re busy after five.”
I’d met Perry last week. He seemed to be one of those men who were very particular and professional. I’d offered my usual smile and pleasantries but he barely acknowledged me and launched into a lengthy conversation about what he needed me to do. He barely took a break to breathe as he spoke.
“Then he’ll say, ‘busy doing what’.”
“We’re fooling around.”
“You can’t say that to him,” I retorted. I knew he would do it. That was his character. Very open minded and liberal to the point where he just said whatever was on his mind. Didn’t matter what it was. Josh just spoke and did as he wanted. The last thing I needed was for people like Zelda to think that I wasn’t serious about my work and replace me. “And we aren’t fooling around.”
“Yes we are.” He nodded with a wicked glint in his eye. Taking the edge of my camisole top, he edged me closer.
“Josh.”
“Yes, baby.”
“We can’t fool around.”
He spread his arms wide and held them out. “Baby, you’re seriously telling me you don’t want this?” He motioned to his perfect body, drawing my attention once again to his sculptured abs and the intense definition of each muscle against the glossy black ink of the tattoos swirled across his chest.
I tried to hold back a smile.
“Josh, I work for you.”
