“You can have anything I can give,” I promise her.
“Well, I can think of a few things.” She rubs over my chest again.
When someone opens the door, she takes a step back. It’s that receptionist. The one we’re talking about firing. She looks at Sophie, then me, and snorts. “Wow, so Nick isn’t good enough for you? What a slut.”
“Can I help you, Sasha?” Gunner’s voice is deadly, a threat as a question.
I walk to the side with Sophie to make room for the other two, and Gunner shuts the door and hits a button that frosts the glass walls of his office. He crosses his arms over his chest as he glowers at the poor girl.
“Well, I …”
“Please, share. If you have a problem with one of your superiors.”
“She’s not my superior. She’s an assistant too.” Sasha hisses.
I take Sophie’s hand at my side and squeeze. Sasha continues. “And I saw her kissing someone else today already.”
“Oh?” Gunner’s eyes flick to us, and I see the smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He gets it under control. “Please explain.”
“I don’t want to throw any other colleagues under the bus.” She sniffs. “But I think that this girl is a walking H.R. problem.”
“I like to know all the details.”
“Mr. Henderson.” She rubs her forehead, then sits in the chair. Gunner sits on his desk, focusing on her and her alone. “I saw Sophia kiss Mr. Grayson this morning and just now,” Sasha looks at us. “she kissed Mr. Thomas.”
Gunner rubs across his jaw, but I know it’s a game. As if he hasn’t come on to Sophie at work himself, hasn’t stolen a kiss or many. He must cover up his reputation pretty well if Sasha thinks he’ll have a problem with this.
“I see. That is concerning.”
“Thank you!”
“Sophie.” Gunner looks over at her, and she leans into my side. “Is this true?”
“Yes.”
“I’m hurt. Truly.” He puts a hand over his heart. “Thank you, Sasha, for bringing this to my attention.”
She gives Sophie a dirty look before sitting up higher and rubbing over her bare knee. “I thought you’d like to know. I’ve suspected she’s sleeping with Mr. Langston as well.”
“The hits just keep coming.” Gunner runs his fingers through his hair. “I mean, first you kiss Nick and Holden and leave me out, now you’re sleeping with your father?”
I smirk as Sasha’s face goes pale. “What?”
“Mr. Langston is my dad.” Sophie huffs. “And he’s in the hospital right now, so thanks for that reminder.”
Sasha swallows and looks down. Gunner points at Sophia. “And that other part of what I said?”
I push her towards Gunner, and she looks at me with a question in her eyes. She hesitates, but Gunner drags her against him, his hand fully on her ass. “Leaving me out of the fun?”
“Gunner.” She warns, poking his chest. “We’re at work.”
“Which means what?”
I chuckle softly, drawing Sasha’s attention just as Gunner steals Sophia’s mouth. She grabs at his shirt, but I watch her melt against him. She makes a soft sound as Gunner continues. Sasha’s face is priceless. She’s bright red, eyes furious and budding with tears.
If she hadn’t tried to attack Sophie’s reputation, I might feel bad for her. As it is, she’s a problem, one we’re all aware of. Gunner groans and draws back, shaking his head. “My favorite trick? Is that how you’re planning to get back on my good side, sweets?”
Sophie laughs softly and shakes her head. “You’re harder to win over than that.”
Gunner sighs. “Your job at this company is at its end, Sasha. Pack your things and head out.”
“What?!” She jumps up. “Over one slut?”
“No. Your work ethic is the problem. You’ve canceled meetings without telling us, you’re constantly on your phone, you’re rude to guests and applicants, and you’d rather gossip than answer the phone. Feel free to see H.R. if you’d like to settle anything.”
She looks between us. For half a second, I think she’s going to beg me for her job, but I arch an eyebrow. She sucks her bottom lip as it trembles and swallows. “This isn’t over.”
“It’s over here.” Gunner releases Sophie and leans towards Sasha. “Sophia does all her work whether we distract her or not. Can you say the same?”
“Fuck you.” She hisses. “You just made a huge mistake.”
“Yeah, but blackmail is so nineties.” Gunner rolls his eyes. “Go on. To H.R. or out the door. Unless I need to involve security.”
Sasha shoots him a look that would kill a lesser man, then storms out of the office, cursing as she goes. Roman leans into the office and notices all of us. He shakes his head. “What did you do, Gunner?”
“Took care of a problem.” He shrugs. “Are we in a Whiskey mood or a brandy mood now?”
“I’m in a home mood,” I say simply. I kiss Sophie’s cheek with the promise of later hanging in the air, then nod to Roman. “Let me know.”
“Will do.” As I leave, I hear Roman again. “So, Gunner, explain the bullshit I’m going to have to deal with for you.”
I chuckle. The drama never ends.