Page 10 of Savage in the Sheets
I downcast my eyes. “I’m tired of talking about my subpar sex life.”
“Do you think you intimidate them? Maybe you need to relax more. Then you might seem less intimidating.”
“I’m one who values control. I mean, I present my cases in front of a courtroom. I have to be well-measured.”
“Oh, honey, that is no way to go through life.”
“Says you.”
Her eyes light in elation. “Oh! What do you think of this?”
Green. Shorter than anything I’ve ever worn. Neckline that promises to put the girls front and center on display.
“I don’t know. It kind of screams, “Look at me.””
“Exactly! Now go try it on.”
Weston
Tuesday happy hour is more packed than I had anticipated, leaving a shortage of seats at the table.
This does nothing to deter Meghan, however, and as soon as she arrives, she seats herself on my lap.
My coworkers eye me jealously. Half of them are married. The other half aren’t nearly as good-looking as I am. Each of them lives vicariously through me, though I rarely give up any details of my conquests. Still, they ask, probably filling in the blanks in their minds.
“I can’t believe the vendor was late again!” Mitch from receiving is red-faced, spittle hanging from his lips. “This is the third time, and we’re still doing business with them.”
“Can’t beat their prices,” I reply back, taking a sip of beer.
“Prices—fuck prices! What about quality?”
“Their return policy more than makes up for any lack of,” Gabe from maintenance says.
“I just wanna give ‘em what they…”
Mitch’s words fade, and I notice that he and my coworkers are looking over my shoulder. I turn and see a beautiful woman in a green, form-fitting dress, the skirt sitting too high to be coming from an office. Red hair cascades down her shoulders.
On auto-pilot, my head begins to return to position, but I involuntarily jerk it back at the woman to get a better look.
Hello, beautiful!
And then it hits me. I’m ogling Jenna.
When she locates me, she smiles sweetly, her lips a bright shade of red that I’m not used to.
I smile back warmly, forgetting that Meghan is on my lap until I try to get up to greet her.
The guys scramble to make room at the table, to which she thanks them.
Suddenly, my gut twists. I don’t want my coworkers talking with her or even looking at her. I’ve never felt this territorial over a woman before, and I have to force myself to look away and not act like a total asshole.
But it doesn’t take long for my eyes to be drawn to her again.
Her hair is wild, red tumbles cascading down her back, unruly as I’ve ever seen it, and her breasts…well, if that had been a cheap dress, I have no doubt that those seams would have popped by now.
Damn you, quality fabric.
My coworkers immediately engage her in conversation, and to my consternation, I can barely get a word in edgewise.
