Beautiful Bastard
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“Fantastic,” said an older man at the end of the table. “On Papadakis?”
Bennett nodded. “Working under my father. He needs someone to manage this one since it will take up an FTE. Chloe was the obvious choice, if she’ll accept.”
I swallowed down about five thousand different reactions. The primary one was irritation, for his bringing this up in front of the board. But tangled up with that were also gratitude, excitement, pride. Bennett would be getting an earful after I was finished here.
“Well, let’s get started then,” Cheng said, leaning back in his chair.
I picked up my laser pointer and walked to the front of the room, feeling as though the floor were made of Jell-O. Two seats away from the head of the table, Bennett cleared his throat, catching my eye.
I’d need to ask him about that too. Because I was pretty sure that right before I began speaking he mouthed the words “I love you.”
Sneaky bastard.
They said my presentation would be one for the brochure, the Web site, the company newsletter.
They had me sign some papers, pose for some photos, shake a lot of hands.
They even offered me a job at JT Miller.
“She’s taken,” Bennett said, pulling me to the side. He stared down at me, wordless, while everyone eventually filtered out of the room.
“Yeah, about that,” I said, trying to sound angry. I was still on a crazy high from the presentation, from the discussion, from the entire day. Having Bennett within kissing distance didn’t hurt at all.
“Please don’t say no. I sort of stole Dad’s thunder. He was going to call you tonight.”
“Is he really going to offer me a job?”
“Are you going to take it?”
I shrugged, feeling giddy. “Who knows? Right now I just want to celebrate.”
“You were amazing up there.” He bent and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you. It was the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”
“The handouts were good, am I right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, but you made one critical error.”
His face fell. “What?”
“You admitted that you know how to operate PowerPoint.”
With a laugh, he took my laptop bag from me and put it on a chair behind him, stalking closer with a dark smile. “I used to make slides for my boss. I was an intern once too, of course.”
Goose bumps broke out along my skin. “Did your boss yell?”
“Occasionally.” He ran his index finger up my arm.
“Criticize your handwriting?”
“Constantly.” He leaned down, kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Did your boss kiss you?”
“My father has always been more of a handshaker, really.”
I laughed, slipping my hands under his jacket so I could wrap my arms around him. “Well, I’m not your intern anymore.”
“No, you’re my colleague.”
I hummed, liking the sound of that.
“And my lover?”
“Yes.” My voice shook on the single syllable, and I understood very clearly the meaning of “drowning in relief.” I was positive Bennett could feel my heart pounding against him.
He bit my earlobe. “I’ll have to find new excuses to get you up to the boardroom and naked against the window.”
Steam filled my veins, thick and warm. “You don’t need excuses to take me home, though.”
Bennett kissed across my cheek and pressed a single, soft kiss to my mouth. “Chloe?”
“Yes, Bennett?”
“This flirting is all well and good, but I mean it when I tell you, I can’t have you leaving me again. It almost broke me.”
My ribs seemed to squeeze all of the air out of my lungs at the thought. “I don’t think I could. I don’t want to be away from you again either.”
“But you need to give me a chance to fix things when I screw up. You know I’m an ass sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
Growling, he whispered, “And I tear lingerie.”
I pushed a curl off his forehead. “And hoard it. Don’t forget the creepy hoarding.”
“But I love you,” he said, looking at me with wide eyes. “And I’m on a first-name basis now with most of the sales staff at La Perla. I did a lot of in-store moping while you were gone. I also have it on good authority that I’m the best sex you’ve ever had. So, hopefully those things outweigh the bad.”
“Sold.” I pulled him down to me. “Come here.” I slid my mouth over his, nibbling his bottom lip. With my fists gripping his lapels, I turned and pressed him against the window, standing on my toes to get closer, as close as I possibly could.
Bennett nodded. “Working under my father. He needs someone to manage this one since it will take up an FTE. Chloe was the obvious choice, if she’ll accept.”
I swallowed down about five thousand different reactions. The primary one was irritation, for his bringing this up in front of the board. But tangled up with that were also gratitude, excitement, pride. Bennett would be getting an earful after I was finished here.
“Well, let’s get started then,” Cheng said, leaning back in his chair.
I picked up my laser pointer and walked to the front of the room, feeling as though the floor were made of Jell-O. Two seats away from the head of the table, Bennett cleared his throat, catching my eye.
I’d need to ask him about that too. Because I was pretty sure that right before I began speaking he mouthed the words “I love you.”
Sneaky bastard.
They said my presentation would be one for the brochure, the Web site, the company newsletter.
They had me sign some papers, pose for some photos, shake a lot of hands.
They even offered me a job at JT Miller.
“She’s taken,” Bennett said, pulling me to the side. He stared down at me, wordless, while everyone eventually filtered out of the room.
“Yeah, about that,” I said, trying to sound angry. I was still on a crazy high from the presentation, from the discussion, from the entire day. Having Bennett within kissing distance didn’t hurt at all.
“Please don’t say no. I sort of stole Dad’s thunder. He was going to call you tonight.”
“Is he really going to offer me a job?”
“Are you going to take it?”
I shrugged, feeling giddy. “Who knows? Right now I just want to celebrate.”
“You were amazing up there.” He bent and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you. It was the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”
“The handouts were good, am I right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, but you made one critical error.”
His face fell. “What?”
“You admitted that you know how to operate PowerPoint.”
With a laugh, he took my laptop bag from me and put it on a chair behind him, stalking closer with a dark smile. “I used to make slides for my boss. I was an intern once too, of course.”
Goose bumps broke out along my skin. “Did your boss yell?”
“Occasionally.” He ran his index finger up my arm.
“Criticize your handwriting?”
“Constantly.” He leaned down, kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Did your boss kiss you?”
“My father has always been more of a handshaker, really.”
I laughed, slipping my hands under his jacket so I could wrap my arms around him. “Well, I’m not your intern anymore.”
“No, you’re my colleague.”
I hummed, liking the sound of that.
“And my lover?”
“Yes.” My voice shook on the single syllable, and I understood very clearly the meaning of “drowning in relief.” I was positive Bennett could feel my heart pounding against him.
He bit my earlobe. “I’ll have to find new excuses to get you up to the boardroom and naked against the window.”
Steam filled my veins, thick and warm. “You don’t need excuses to take me home, though.”
Bennett kissed across my cheek and pressed a single, soft kiss to my mouth. “Chloe?”
“Yes, Bennett?”
“This flirting is all well and good, but I mean it when I tell you, I can’t have you leaving me again. It almost broke me.”
My ribs seemed to squeeze all of the air out of my lungs at the thought. “I don’t think I could. I don’t want to be away from you again either.”
“But you need to give me a chance to fix things when I screw up. You know I’m an ass sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
Growling, he whispered, “And I tear lingerie.”
I pushed a curl off his forehead. “And hoard it. Don’t forget the creepy hoarding.”
“But I love you,” he said, looking at me with wide eyes. “And I’m on a first-name basis now with most of the sales staff at La Perla. I did a lot of in-store moping while you were gone. I also have it on good authority that I’m the best sex you’ve ever had. So, hopefully those things outweigh the bad.”
“Sold.” I pulled him down to me. “Come here.” I slid my mouth over his, nibbling his bottom lip. With my fists gripping his lapels, I turned and pressed him against the window, standing on my toes to get closer, as close as I possibly could.
