Olivia Davis loves two things most- Bella Donna (her lovely bernedoodle) and her job.
(Don't tell her longtime boyfriend Adam-)
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But when her sudden breakup wrecks havoc in her work life, she lands herself in a highly unprofessional situation with...
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"What favors?" I ask him as he turns around and looks out the floor to ceiling glass windows.
The deafening silence doesn't help with my nerves and neither does his hesitation to respond. So, naturally my mind starts jumping to all the possible scenarios.
"I believe that we can help each other Ms. Davis" he says while still looking outside the window.
I hesitate before asking, "How can I help you?"
He turns his head a little and assesses me, "It might sound very unprofessional but both of us need this"
My heart jumps at that and my wild thoughts halt.
He said favors, that are unprofessional, both of us need it. OH MY GOD.
He's asking me to sleep with him to save my job.
My eyes widen, how dare he think that I would do something like that?
I stand up abruptly, what an asshole! "How dare you suggest something like that?" I spit out the words in anger.
He turns around in a movement so quick, it might've given a normal person whiplash.
His eyes hold amusement while asking, "What do you think I'm suggesting, Ms. Davis?"
My jaw drops open at his audacity, "You want me to say it? You want me to say that my boss is harassing me at the first chance he gets? When you said favors, I thought I'll have to work over-time and make a few extra spreadsheets but no, you want ME to spread in YOUR sheets. I'm not going to sleep around to save my job!" I say in total disbelief.
Now it's time for his eyes to widen as he takes a step forward, "You're misreading this Ms. Davis!"
How am I misreading anything? I should've never come here, I should've gone straight to Toby. I might dislike that dude but at least he'd rather drink phenyl than think of sleeping with me.
"Don't come closer to me! Stay where you are, how am I misreading anything? You said we could do unprofessional favors!" I say sternly.
He stops near his end of the table, takes a deep breath and runs his hand through the length of his face.
"I can explain everything but can you take a seat first?" he says with frustration lacing his voice.
I look at him, really look and see his dark hair messed up. His appearance screaming tiredness, even his voice sounds deeper and more raw than usual.
He looks like he needs a hug and if he hadn't just pissed me off, I would've considered giving him one but I can't let my guard down, men are scary even while tired.
I sigh, "I'll sit down and listen only if you stay on that side of the table and I will keep 911 on the speed-dial during the whole conversation." I say warning him.
