MARISSAThe last thing I expected walking into the interview this morning was to find a guy who looked like this one sitting across from me. I mean, wow. How any of the women in this office got anything done with a boss who looked like him was beyond me.Granted, my last boss was older, so I didn’t have much experience working with men around my age, but this one was bound to make it harder to concentrate for anyone with a pulse and even the vaguest interest in men.He was nothing short of gorgeous, and having seen how hot his eyes grew when he was looking me over when I walked in, I was feeling way more aroused than an interview had the right to make me feel.As inconvenient as my arousal was, I could hardly blame myself. It had been a long time since I’d noticed a man the way I noticed him, the way that made me feel less like a mom and more like a woman. A woman with needs my trusty vibrator didn’t always fulfill as well as it could have.This man looked like he could fulfill those
MarissaThe flush spread from my cheeks down to my neck. I fought the urge to pull the collar of my dress away from the hot skin there. “I’ve been told I can talk an Eskimo into buying ice, and a man in the desert into giving me his last bottle of water.”“Jeffrey told you the latter, didn’t he?” Layton guessed. There was something in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. It had to be sadness. His father had been strict and firm, but fair.I hadn’t been exaggerating when I said I learned a lot from him. He was a good man to work for. A mentor to me, in a way. Losing him as a father must have been a thousand times more painful than losing him as an employer and mentor.I nodded, a fond smile curling on my lips as I remembered the day Jeffrey told me I would be able to talk a man in the desert into giving me his last water. We’d been going over the numbers of a project a large company wanted to commission him for.He wasn’t sure if the work would be worth the money. I told him I would try to
LAYTONLate the next Friday afternoon, I rubbed my tired eyes and looked over a three dimensional mock-up of one of my upcoming projects on my computer at the office. There was something not quite right about it, but I was having trouble putting my finger on what, exactly, was off.“Come on, man. Concentrate,” I muttered, squinting my eyes as I titled the image this way and that. Any minute now, I would see what was bothering me. Nothing jumped out, but I was sure it would soon. I just had to keep going.I was concentrating so hard, I didn’t notice there was someone else in my office until I heard the soft scrape of a chair against my laminate flooring. My head snapped toward the sound. I sighed internally when I saw who it was.Marissa.Of course. She was the only one who just walked into my office. No knocking, no waiting for me to call her in. It was an aggravating habit she had, but I didn’t show my aggravation.No good could come of it. She just wasn’t like the other people here.
LAYTON“I came to check in on that project we’re starting next week. I want to start ordering materials first thing Monday morning with your guys, but I need to know what’s happening with the budget and all that. Overspending on the first day of a project is always a tough fix.”I nodded my agreement, glancing at the file on my desk. “Marissa just brought me the latest numbers she ran. I haven’t looked them over yet, but I’ll do it when you leave. You’ll have the final stuff before you start going to the suppliers on Monday.”“Good man,” Craig said, before frowning. “Who’s Marissa? Oh. The new girl. Your dad’s hire, right?“Yup,” I confirmed.“How’s that working out?” Leaning forward, he’d asked with genuine interest.As my closest friend, he was the only person I would talk to about this. Anyone else, I would’ve told them she was doing fine and left it at that. And she was doing fine so far.It wouldn’t have been a lie, not that I was above lying if circumstances warranted. It just w
MARISSAWhat I was expecting from Layton Bridges, I didn’t know. He seemed nice enough in the interview, but I was so focused on getting a new job and then relieved when he said I had it that I hadn’t given too much thought to the kind of person he was.When I started working there, I noticed that he seemed like the type who worked hard but was well-liked enough and respected by his staff. I hadn’t given it much more thought until earlier, when he so rudely dismissed me from his office.Boy, what a dick. Bosses didn’t have to be nice. I knew that and I was fine with it. But when his dickish behavior started having an effect on my job though, I was not fine with it at all.As his accounting manager, I took my job seriously. I was new there and didn’t quite know the ropes yet, but I was damn proud of what I’d accomplished, despite my relative inexperience in his field.I hadn’t wanted to sit down with him to go over the numbers to get an acknowledgment or a pat on the head, I wanted to
MARISSA “Nobody’s like us,” Denise smirked. “We’re awesome.” “Yeah, but I don’t think they would agree.” Denise was a cup of kindness and two cups of support poured into the shape of a woman, but my reality was my reality and I was starting to wonder if I made a mistake. “I’m not sure I ever should have taken this job.” The remnants of her smirk dropped from her lips. “Why not?” “I’m just not sure if I can work for him.” The way he treated me earlier was rude and dismissive. I hadn’t taken offense to it, but if that was the kind of person he was, I didn’t know if I wanted to put up with it either. “He’s a dick, end of story.” “No one likes their boss, though. They’re not supposed to be your friend,” Denise said. “Maybe he is a dick, but so be it. Let it bounce off.” “I’m your boss and your friend,” I pointed out, smiling as I joked. My day needed a spot of humor in it. “Or are you saying I’m a dick, too?” She stuck her tongue out at me, giggling. “If you had one, maybe you would
LAYTONCraig’s breath created a mist in the cold air. He walked up to me on our new, bare job site, thrusting a cardboard cup of what was hopefully coffee at me with his gloved hand. “Here. Got you this. You’re going to need it today, what with it being cold as balls on this empty fucking site.”“Thanks.” I gratefully accepted the coffee, holding it in both hands as I took a sip of the scolding hot liquid. It was rich and bitter, just the way I liked it. “You ready to get started?”He nodded, jerking his head in the direction of the street behind us. Car horns honked and I heard the beeping of a truck. “My guys are out there now bringing in the first loads of equipment. What are you doing here so early?”“Pacing out the site.” I told him. “I was counting the steps before you got here.”Craig smirked. “Again? Really? How many are you up to so far?”“Three hundred and eighty four,” I shrugged, stretching my arm out in front of me. “But I’ve only just started. I still have all that left
LAYTON“It’s January,” I reminded Craig. “You’ve got plenty of time, but yeah. I’ll make sure Mama Hammel can get something besides scented soap this year.”Craig laughed again. “It was lavender. She loves lavender.”“Let’s see if we can get her at least a full lavender bath set this year then,” I joked. “If you work hard enough, you might even be able to throw in some of those fizz ball things.”He nodded solemnly, then winked. “I will make it my personal mission to be able to afford fizz ball things by December. Speaking of being able to afford things, have you thanked that Marissa chick for all the money she saved you on this project?”“Ah, yes. Marissa.” The thorn in my side, at this point. The hot blonde who made my body betray my mind. My brain knew she didn’t belong at the company. I was still irritated that my father forced her on me, yet my cock took over my logic where she was concerned.The damn thing wanted into her. Badly.As much as my brain tried to protest that she did