I throw the notepad and pen on my desk and take a seat. I get right to work on the reports Mr. Knight needs. Once I’ve found them and make the changes he requested, I email them over. For good measure, I buzz him to let him know I sent them. Next, I call and make the necessary arrangements for our trip to Texas, then lastly, I call and schedule two appointments for him. I notice one is with Mr. Maverick, the man I spoke with at Maverick Holdings. He’s due to come in Friday of next week.
My eyes flicker over to the flowers still sitting on my desk, and think about the ones I have on my end table at home. Do they need to be replaced yet? They are the ones I got last week. It generally takes longer than a week for flowers to wilt and die. If the ones at home are still fresh, I either give them to Liv or someone else in the office. They are too gorgeous to just toss away, and if I kept them, all my counters would be filled with them. At least if I give them away, someone else will enjoy them as well.
I decide to take them home with me and put them on my nightstand. Liv was right, they do smell sweet. It’ll be nice to wake up to the flowery smell.
Before I know it, it’s lunchtime. I knock and peek my head into Mr. Knight’s office and ask if he wants me to pick anything up from the deli down the street that Liv and I frequent often for lunch.
“Pastrami on rye, with their special spicy mustard,” he mutters, keeping his eyes focused on the computer in front of him. I pull the door closed and meet Liv at the elevator.
“So, how did it go with Mr. Dreamy?” Liv asks before taking a bite of her BLT.
She dubbed Mr. Knight with the name after I told her of a dream I had of him several weeks after I started working for him. We were in his office, and I was sitting on his desk with my legs spread wide while he went to town on my pussy. I woke from the dream shivering and on the verge of a climax-induced meltdown. I told her about the dream the next day at lunch.
“Fine. The usual jitteriness.” I take a sip of my lemonade and set it back down on the table. “I’m going with him to Texas in three weeks.”
“Say what?” she shrieks, making me wince.
“Damn. Tone it down, will ya?”
She drops her sandwich and leans across the table.
“Why are you going to Texas with him?”
I roll my eyes at her eagerness. The girl is crazy. For some reason, she has this notion I should try to seduce our boss. That is not happening. For many reasons. Number one being he is our boss.
“Geez, Liv, it’s just a business trip. He needs me with him for some big deal he’s working on. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“But it could be something more if you want it to be,” she puts in excitedly, her eyes dancing mischievously.
“First, he’s our boss. There’s no way
I can afford to screw this job up. Second, I’m not his type.” She tries to object, but I hold my hand in her face, which she swipes away. “Third, he’s shown no interest in me. Fourth, he’s our boss.” I stress the last, just so she really gets what I’m saying.
“But Pop, just think how good it can be. Can you imagine what he could do with those hands? And his tongue? Not to mention other certain parts of his body?”
She’s practically bouncing in her seat as she talks. I have imagined what he could do, but that’s all it will ever be—fantasies. Even if I was interested in pursuing something with him, he’s so far out my league, you couldn’t even see me with a pair of high-tech binoculars.
“Liv, stop. It’s not happening,” I tell her firmly. She pouts at me, and I can’t help but laugh at the pathetic look. I count my blessings every day that I met Liv. She came along when I needed someone the most. Still grieving the loss of my mom and finding out my fiancé, Grant, was cheating on me, I was on a serious downward spiral. On top of that, I found out my parents’ business was actually in the hole, and I wouldn’t be able to keep it. The last straw was losing my childhood home. That’s what had me so desperate to find a job. Luckily, with finding my position at Silver Technologies, I was able to at least keep the wolves away from my home. The business, unfortunately, I wasn’t able to do anything about. I hated seeing it go. It broke my heart. My parents practically built that hardware store from the ground up, but there was no way I was letting the bank take my home. So I made a choice and kept the house instead of the hardware store.
To get Liv off the subject of her ridiculous hopes of me and Mr. Knight hooking up, I change the subject.
“Have you figured out where Tony is taking you this weekend?”
“Hell no,” she mumbles through a bite of her sandwich. “He’s not giving anything up, no matter how I try to convince him to tell me. He’s locked up tight. I even let him come in my mouth, and you know I gag at the taste of jiz.”
I choke on my food, sputtering out a cough that turns to a laugh after I take a swallow of my drink.
“Jesus, can you use your filter while we’re out please?” I look around and see a couple people looking at us in disgust.
“No,” she responds unashamedly. That’s another thing I love about Liv; she comes as she is. If you don’t like her, then she doesn’t have time for you.
“I’m dying to know. I think he’s going to ask me this weekend. I can just feel it. He’s been real secretive lately and all over me.”
I reach across the small table between us and bring her in for a hug. Pulling back, we both have big grins on our faces.
“Okay, so I’m going to go ahead and say it because I want to be the first… I’m so happy for you both!”
“Thanks, Pop. It seems like I’ve been waiting forever for this.”