“I’m not getting the job, am I?”
I blink, not having a clue how to answer that. “Mr. Cavendish and I have many applicants, but we’ll be in touch soon.”
He nods, offering a tight-lipped smile. “I really want this job, Miss Bennett. I hope you can convince him to take a chance on me.”
I offer him a smile. “We’ll be in touch.”
He walks out, and I can’t help but think that he could really be an asset to Cavendish. Except I think Reagan and I both know that Charles had something against him from the moment he saw him.
“Charles, what the hell was that?” I ask, barging into his office without so much as a knock on the door.
His brow rises. “Pardon me?”
“Why were you trying to antagonize him? If you were trying to be an asshole, you succeeded.”
His head jerks back. “I did no such thing.”
“Don’t act like you weren’t being entirely rude back there. And why? He was your choice. You’re the one who arranged for that interview.”
“He’s horrible for the position. Every woman in this company would be too busy gawking and flirting to do their job. You included.”
“What?” I shriek. “Have you lost your mind? What is wrong with you?”
Me? Flirting? Okay. Maybe I was a little. But that’s beside the point.
I take a deep breath. “I wasn’t flirting, Mr. Cavendish. I was excited by the experiences he brings. Imagine him working on the AlteredX line. A former NFL player would be amazing.”
He groans, running two hands down his face. “I’m sorry, but I don’t agree. I think we need to move him out of the running.”
“You’re making things very hard. You and I need to fill these positions, and that man nailed that interview. So whatever shit you have going on, pull yourself together and be professional.”
I spin around and tear the door open, preparing to storm out.
“Shut the door now, Raven.” His voice is low and threatening.
I look over my shoulder to see him stand from behind his desk and stalk toward me.
I turn, placing my back against the door, but it’s no use. He stomps right up to me so our breaths mingle, placing both hands on either side of my head.
“Do you think I wasn’t being professional?”
“Not a bit,” I say softly. “You were being a dick.”
His eyes widen, and one side of his lips raise. “A dick?”
“Yes. A big, huge dick.”
“Raven, you have no idea how big of adickI can be.”
That one word is full of so much innuendo I’m not sure what to do. He lowers himself so our lips are a mere inch apart. If I moved even slightly, our mouths would touch.
My belly flips, and tingles caress my skin.
I want his mouth on mine again. The one that fills my dreams at night.
I need it.
Recognizing I absolutely am in charge of this moment, my hands lift to his chest, and I softly push him back, making enough room for me to escape without incident.