“I thought we decided that you weren’t going to be an ass.” She bristled but I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I was sure that if I did she’d only annoy the shit out of me.
“It’s obvious from that report that you’re in need. There’s no point in pretending and we’re already acquaintances of some sort. We’re already… aware of each other, and I dare say I might know a little bit more about your situation than most, so why wouldn’t you accept my help?” From her squint I surmised that she thought my offer came with certain stipulations. Smart girl, but I had no plans on trading a job for a piece of ass.
Not that I wouldn’t have done that shady shit in the past. But I find that I think more of her. Yes, because I’ve obviously lost my fucking mind. This shit had wedding bells written all over it. Somehow the thought didn’t have me heading for the door like my ass was on fire. Which in itself was confusing as hell. Well, you’re here now and there’s no turning back.
Unless she’s a complete dunce she has to be wondering at my coming here like this. Like a lovesick boy to the rescue. She hasn’t said anything but I’m very aware of when a woman is aware of me, and if I’m not mistaken Ms. Bronson is very well aware that I now have her scent. Poor girl. As if she didn’t have enough on her plate as it is, she now has a wolf on her ass.
“Why would you offer me a job? You don’t owe us anything. I’m sorry if my coming to you like that gave you the idea that I was looking for a handout….
“Don’t be an ass Emily. You don’t strike me as a simpleton.”
“You expect me to accept a job from you when you speak to me like that?”
“How the fuck am I talking to you? Honestly, straightforward? I look like one of those hangers-on you hang around with? I don’t have time sweetheart and I know you have more sense than to look a gift horse in the mouth.” This is who I am. She can either deal with that shit, get with the program, or I’ll drag her ass into the light.
She got huffy but I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t in the mood; I’m sure she’s heard worst. “Do you want to know what kind of job it is? Or do you want to show up and just wing it?”
“Who says I’m taking the job?”
“I do. Now settle your ass down and tell me which one of those airheaded friends of yours you suspect of selling you out.”
From her reaction it was obvious that she hadn’t given much thought to that. When would she have had the time? Seeing as I’d shown up here not long after the story broke.
She took her seat again looking bemused as she left off giving me shit about the job and concentrated on her answer. “I don’t know. No one else knew but me and Simone, but I don’t see her for this.”
“Who’s Simone?” I settled back and relaxed since she no longer seemed ready to bolt.
“She’s my friend. It was her idea to sell some of my old things.” Smart of her, unless she’s the one who’d betrayed her.
“And you don’t think that this Simone is the one who talked? You will know her better than I so I’ll reserve judgment. As to the other, the situation surrounding your dad’s death, I think I have a pretty good idea who leaked it. I don’t want you to worry about any of this, I’ll take care of it from here.”
“And how do you plan to do that? The cat’s already out of the bag, no way to put it back in.” She had a point, but I could fuck some people’s shit up for the heartache they’d caused her. Now I’m a high school jock fighting for his girl’s honor. This is what happens when you spend your formative years with your head buried in a book, looking forward years ahead. You miss out on all the good stuff. Like making a complete and utter ass of yourself over the other sex. I’m too old for this shit.
“Don’t worry about it. Now, to your new job. I need a personal assistant, someone not associated with the business, but to look after my personal calendar and shit like that.” Fuck if I did, but what else could I tell her? That I wanted her close, wanted to micromanage every aspect of her life and time for the foreseeable future? Or should I tell her the truth? That I was counting down the days ‘til I had her beneath me, with my cock buried to the hilt in her sweet young body.