Booty Call(4)By: Amy Brent
“You’re the one who came in from college, right?” He remarked, and I nodded.
“Yeah, I’m just here for a few weeks,” I nodded, and found that there as a heat working it’s way up my neck. Seriously? Now? Now was the time I had to start blushing like an asshole?
“Nice,” he nodded, and a furrow appeared in his brow as he began to look over the papers. “Did you crunch the numbers on all of this?”
“Sure did,” I replied proudly. I knew I’d done a good job.
“Great,” he scanned the pages and seemed to come up satisfied, and then slowly raised his gaze to meet mine once more. “How long did you say you were here for, again?”
“Just a month”, I replied, smiling despite myself. “And then I’ve finished up with college altogether.”
“Think you’ll be looking for a job?” He remarked, and I felt my heart spin in my chest. Was he offering me something?
“We don’t have much going at the moment but I can certainly keep you on our records,” he filled in the blanks for me, as though he sensed my excitement and didn’t want me getting out of hand with it.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I nodded. “Thank you.”
I sat there as he went through the rest of the papers, and realized that I was unconsciously rubbing the spot of skin that he’d touched when he’d grabbed the papers from my hand. I looked up, and noticed that he was looking down at my hands with a small smile on his face. I stopped moving them at once. Had he guessed what that was about? I felt the heat grow more intense and hated myself for it. I was acting like a kid with a crush. Which, compared to him, I supposed I kind of was.
“So how are you finding it here?” He asked, leaning forward and clasping his hands, looking at me with this calmness and assuredness that I wished I could project the same way he was.
“Yeah, I like it,” I nodded. “I was just…I didn’t expect to get the opportunity, really. I’m still kind of in shock…”
“Why didn’t you expect to get it?”
“I guess I just assumed that there was someone else who’d be better suited to this than me,” I admitted, not knowing where this was coming from but glad I had it out. Why was I telling this to the head of the company? I should be exuding confidence at every chance I got, not sitting there like a nervous little kid.
“You should be more confident in yourself,” he gestured down to the papers. “These are spot-on. And you’ve only been here…?”
“A week,” I replied. He raised his eyebrows.
“That long?” He remarked, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “I thought I might have noticed you by now.”
I stared at him for a moment, and noted that he was clean-shaven this time, different from the pictures. I felt the sudden urge to reach out and run my fingers along his jawline, to feel if he was a little rough there. I looked down at my hands again. I was only here for a month, and it wasn’t like I had a future job on the line or anything. What was wrong with a little flirting straight back in his direction?
“Yeah, surprised you didn’t,” I looked back up at him. He raised his eyebrows slightly and broadened his smile, and I could tell he liked it when I talked back to him. He got to his feet, turning to look out the enormous window that looked down over the city. The tension is the air between us was crackling, so thick I could have cut through it.
“You could come by my place later if you like,” he remarked casually, as though it was nothing. I bristled slightly in my seat. Was he actually serious right now? I bit my lip and looked up at him, considering my options. It wouldn’t be the most professional thing in the world, but then, I was just off a hard-as-hell break-up and I could have used someone to work out some of my remaining tension on. Fuck it – he was hot, rich, successful, and flirting with me. Why not have a little fun for a change?
“Just to discuss these papers, I guess,” I replied, and he turned to me, noting the playful expression on my face. He shrugged.
“Of course,” he took his seat opposite me. “Strictly professional.”