Page 244 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"I like it. You're friendlier already."

I cock my eyebrow. "I was pretty damn friendly during my interview."

"Did you do anything I told you to do this past weekend?"

I release my grip on his hand. "I took my car to the shop you recommended. Thanks for the tip—they fit me in right away."

Hilton lets out a groan. "I meant brushing up on your soft skills. Remember, building rapport with clients is a huge part of this job."

"You'll be happy to know I memorized the names of the best-selling movies of the past five years."

"What about TV shows?"

"I watched Big Bang Theory for the first time last night."

"Did you like it?"

"I feel like I'm supposed to because I'm a geek, but no. I found every single character annoying."

"Well, pretend you like it. You never know when you'll run into a client who loves Big Bang Theory."

A snort escapes me as I cross my arms over my chest. "Ohhh. You want me to lie… to manipulate prospective clients into buying your products?"

"You're not in sales, so no. But if a client wants to cancel their services and you can sweet talk them into staying by name-dropping Sheldon, you need to do it."

I take a step back. "I'll try my best… but I'm not promising anything. I'm not the greatest at concealing my true feelings."

"You can say that again."

Before Hilton left my kitchen, I blurted out that he had beautiful eyes. I didn't intend to disclose this undisputed fact—it slipped out. Like when you go to Katz's Deli in New York and can't help but re-create the famous I'll have what she's having scene.

Now, in addition to knowing I'm gay, Hilton knows I have zero impulse control. I was shocked he still followed through on offering me this job, because if I were in his shoes, I'd think I was a freak.

Hilton peers into my irises for a beat too long. A breath slips out of my lips and lingers in the air. A wave of warm fuzzies washes over me, swirling through my insides.

"Are you nervous this morning?" Hilton prods.

I shrug. "Not particularly. I can manage it."

Hilton approaches me from behind and places his palms on my shoulders. "This will relax you. I do this to all my employees when they're having a stressful day."

He kneads my shoulders, working my tense muscles. I lean back against his chest, then feel his firm muscles bulge behind me. My neck rests against his pectorals, and I can't help but close my eyes as I swoon into his firm body.

I'm rock hard, so I cover my midsection with my briefcase when I spin back around. "Thank you."

"You're always welcome to ask for a massage during the day. I don't want my employees to feel too stressed."

"I'm ready to start working."

"I'll have my secretary lead you to your new desk."

Hilton

"In my office. This instant."

Daniel's cheeks flush pink when I beckon him into my corner office later that afternoon. He's worked hard all morning, buried in his computer.

However, over the past hour, I listened in on his phone calls… and he botched a call with one of my minor league clients.

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