Chapter Twenty-Six #2
"You mentioned it to me before, but I thought that was because you wanted to watch it, not because you wanted to be on it."
"Well, you know." She clears her throat and looks away. I can feel myself getting angry.
"Okay, well, good luck," I say, though I don't really mean it.
"Thanks." She looks up at me. "Is there any work that you need me to do? Because I was actually hoping that I—"
"Yes, I have a lot of work that I need you to do. Did you finish transcribing the recordings that I gave you this morning?"
"No, but you said you needed them by Friday, and it's only Tuesday and—"
"Well, I need them by the end of the day."
"But there are five hours of transcription for me to do."
"And is that a problem?"
She lets out a huge sigh. "No, I guess not."
"Good. If you can get them done by five p.m. today, I would be grateful."
"But you said Friday when you handed it to me, and now, you're—"
"I know you're not talking to me like that."
"What?" She gapes at me.
"I'm your boss, and I demand respect." I know I sound like a jerk, but I just can’t stop myself.
She narrows her eyes and takes a deep breath. I can't keep my eyes off her lips. She looks so sexy when she's mad. "You're such a freaking jerk," she mutters under her breath.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"Nothing, Mr. Chase."
"I didn't think so. Also, by the way, you've got to let me know the plan for Saturday."
"Really?" She looks indignant. "You're going to bring up Saturday now?"
"Why wouldn't I? I need to know what to wear and what time to be ready, right?"
"Really, after you just told me to spend the rest of my afternoon transcribing recordings that you told me weren't due until Friday, you're going to now ask me about Saturday?"
"The two are not related, are they?" I grin. "Oh, and I’ll have a credit card for you by the end of the week."
"What are you talking about?"
"For the dates, the fun nights that you plan. I don't want you to have to spend your money on the dates that we plan."
"They're not dates," she snaps.
"Well, then, on the activities that we partake in before we bang."
"Oh, wow. Way to make me feel like a classy woman."
"What would you rather me say, Skye? Would you rather me say dates? Would you rather me say activities? Would you rather—"
"I would rather not talk about it in the office." She gives me a stare. "Thank you very much."
"Okay then. Do you want to talk about it later?"
"We can talk about it on Friday afternoon," she says. "When I figure out what we're going to do."
"You haven't figured out where you're taking me on our fun night yet?"
"No, I have not," she says. "And if you keep this up, there's not going to be another fun night."
"Oh, so you use me for one fun night, and that's it?" I grin at her.
She shakes her head. "I have work to do, Mr. Chase, so if you don't mind.
" She picks up the headphones on the side of her desk and places them over her ear, then gives me the sweetest smile.
"If you have any other questions in regard to work, please let me know.
" She puts the headphones over her ears and presses play on the digital recorder I handed her earlier and begins typing into her laptop.
I smile before heading back into my office.
I sit at the desk and watch her typing outside the tall window.
I wonder if she's really mad at me or if she is just faking it for work.
I have a feeling it's a little bit of both.
I'm curious what date she's going to plan.
Even though, technically, they're not dates, that's how I like to think of them.
I most probably shouldn't. It most likely puts me in a mental place I shouldn't be in, but I don't care.
I'm having fun, and I hope she's having fun too.
I scowl as I remember that she said she applied to be on Love is Blind.
I type the name of the show into Google to check out what it's all about.
As I read about the premise, I'm not impressed.
I do not want her going on that show. I do not want her looking for love with a stranger.
I do not want any of it. For a few moments, I think about applying myself.
How funny would that be if we both got on the show, and she didn't even know I was in the other pod?
I grin to myself. I wonder if we would connect then.
I freeze as I realize what thoughts are crossing my mind.
It shouldn't matter if we connect in the pods because the pods are about finding a connection, and I'm about physical intimacy.
"Remember what you're doing, Kingston," I chastise myself as I click out of the website and open my emails to see if I have anything that I need to send.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and rub my temples as I realize this is getting far too complicated, far too quickly.
You just need to remember what this is about.
Sex and fun. Fun and sex. I open my eyes again and my heart races as I see that I have an email from Skye.
I grin as I open it eagerly, and I burst out laughing as I read what it says.