“When I grow tits and a pussy,” Jaxson snaps back before he turns his attention to Della. “Morning, Della. It’s good to see you again.”
He reaches for her and gives her a hug. She can only return it with one arm, seeing as I’m still holding her hand.
When he pulls back, he smiles down at her, “I’m really sorry I wasn’t here yesterday.”
“Morning, Jaxson. It really was nothing. Carter’s blowing it out of proportion.”
“The fucker had her make copies,” I say to Jaxson, wanting to deal with this so I can get back to my own work.
“I know,” Jaxson says. “He told me everything the second I got off the elevator.” Jaxson looks to Della. “Stew says he was just trying to make you feel welcome.”
“He’s not the fucking welcoming committee,” I bite out.
“I’m well aware of that,” Jaxson says. “I watched the security footage for yesterday.”
Della’s hand tenses in mine. My eyes dart from her pale face back to Jaxson’s. “What did you see?”
He looks to Della. “If you don’t tell him, he’ll just watch it.”
My eyes burn a path from Jaxson to Della. “Tell me what?”
“It really was nothing. He was just a little too friendly.”
My eyes flick back to Jaxson. “Show me.”
“Can’t we just fire him and get on with our day?” Jaxson asks but he’s already walking to his desk.
I let go of Della’s hand and follow him. “If it was up to me, I’d fire him. Della made me promise not to.”
Jaxson looks between us and a huge smile crosses his face. The smile vanishes the second he presses play on his laptop.
He proceeds to forward through a few hours of footage before he presses play.
I watch the fucker get up from behind his desk. When he shoves his hands in his pockets, Jaxson pauses the screen.
“Fuck,” I growl. The fucker actually had a hard on and he was practically shoving it in her face. He’s dead.
I turn around and stalk out of the office. When I slam his door open, he darts up from the chair. He’s pale and sweat is running down the sides of his face, even though the AC is set on cool.
“S-S-Sir,” he starts to stammer.
“Carter.” Della grabs my arm and I glare down at her. “You promised.”
Fuck.
Looking at her pleading face, I know there is no way I can go back on my word. I won’t win her trust if I lose my temper now.
I don’t even look in the direction of the fucker. I glare at Jaxson who is right behind us. “He packs all his shit now. I want this office cleaned out today. He can either report to Mr. Meyers, or he can hand in his resignation.”
“You’re demoting him to the mail room?” Jaxson asks.
“He either sorts mail or he leaves. He has a choice. He can be glad Della isn’t filing a sexual harassment suit against him.”
I stalk out the office and pull Della after me. “Which office is hers?”
“The empty one next to mine,” Jaxson says and then he closes the door behind him so he can deal with the fucker.
I walk into Della’s office and close the door behind us.