I nod. “My thoughts exactly.” My eyes slip down to her perfect breasts. Damn it. I clear my throat. “Well, since you’re here to learn, I’ll be happy to show you the code once I’ve done some work on it.”
Cora’s face lights up, and suddenly I’m hard. That smile, aimed at me. Jesus.
“I’d like that,” she says. Pausing for a moment, she tilts her head and looks at me like she’s searching for something. “This morning,” she says, “I saw you watching me.”
“I wasn’t.” The denial is swift and automatic, even if it is a lie. The silence stretches between us, and I’m not sure what she’s getting at. She’s being flirtatious, but I don’t know her endgame. And she’s Jack’s daughter. Jack’s daughter.
Too bad my dick doesn’t give a fuck whose daughter she is.
“That’s too bad,” she says. “If you had been watching, I would have liked it.” Her fingers are drifting along the hem of her dress, and my eyes are glued to them as she toys with it. God, I want her to lift up that skirt, and I’m incredibly glad the desk is between us because an entire circus could fit in the tent of my pants.
In my imagination, she walks around the desk and I get to put my hands on those hips and lay her back. I want to take her on this desk right now more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. What is wrong with me? Has it really been that long of a dry spell that I’m acting like a horny teenager about to blow his load in his pants? I need to shift gears, and fast, because I’m seconds from reaching out to touch and see if she feels as good as she looks.
I clear my throat again. “Actually, there is something you can help me with.”
“Anything.”
The way she says that one word, with a tiny smile and slight arch of her back, sends any blood I have left in my body down to my cock, and damn, I don’t think I’ve been this hard in forever. I’m so hard it hurts, and I almost lose the words I was about to say. “I need information,” I manage to get out, “about Takedown Clothing. Everything you can find. Financial records, business plan, a layout of all their services. We’re evaluating how they’re competing with us this week, and I need to be able to see everything in one place, and I need it by end of day tomorrow, please.”
Cora nods. “I can do that.”
“Great,” I say. “Thank you.”
“Trying to get rid of me now?” she says, smiling. “I thought we were having a good time.”
She’s twenty years old. She’s Jack’s daughter. I try to make those two things play on a loop in my brain. Those are the only things that matter. But I smile. “Of course we are, but that code won’t write itself.” Outside the door, I see Ellen return to her desk, and I call out to her.
Cora gets up in one smooth movement, and she and I both notice the fact that I can’t look away. “I’ll see you later, Mr. Foster,” she says, turning and leaving as Ellen enters. I’ve never really been an ass man, but Cora’s just might change my mind.
One thing is for sure, these are going to be the longest three months of my life.