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Chapter 28

~Donovan~

"DONSTER!" my annoying coworker, Dan, shouted as soon as he saw me.

I groaned and sighed, stopping my typing. "Hey, Dan. What do you need?"

"Boss lady wants to see you."

"Are you serious or is this another lame attempt at a prank?"

He clutched his chest and looked wounded, making me even more annoyed with him. "It pains me to hear that... And no, it's not a prank. She says its urgent."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, knowing that 'urgent' meant she was going to hit on me again or give me more of her work when I say no. Possibly both.

I walked to the elevator and pressed the button labeled with the letter 'P' for Phillips. Joyce Phillips to be exact. The 40-something year old lady that enjoys flirting with me, hoping I'd finally give in (something that'll never happen). She's got brunette hair that she dyes whenever her assistant even mentions the word 'gray'. She's tall, not taller than me, but considerably taller than the average woman and the high heels she wears everyday makes her even more of a giant. Her voice is a little raspy. Not enough to where it's attractive to  stereotypical people my age, but a lot more to where it makes me question if she has a smoking habit. She's always wearing short pencil skirts and button-ups that she never buttons high enough. And last, but certainly not least, she thinks she can steal me away from Milly.

Hearing a ding, I notice that I've reached her floor. Reluctantly, I walked as slow as possible to her office, knocking when I reached her door. The one time I didn't knock, I walked in on her by herself... Imagine what you want. It's a terrible memory.

"Come in," I heard her call.

I opened the door to find her sitting at her desk with a huge smirk. She got up, revealing her black blazer with a leopard-print shirt and a matching black skirt, and slowly walked over to me.

"Donovan O'Keefe," she began, smiling. "My favorite employee."

"Ms. Phillips," I greeted.

"Why are you being so formal? 'Ms.' sounds like such a bore. Speaking of, how's that little girlfriend of yours? Still together?"

"My pregnant girlfriend? Yes, we're still together. I'm sorry, but is this work-related? Because it's almost my lunch break and I still have some work to do."

"Come sit down," she replied, completely ignoring my question.

I did as told, knowing I wouldn't leave until she had enough of me denying her.

She sat across from me at her desk. "My offer's still on the table, you know." She unbuttoned a button on her shirt and I resisted the urge to vomit. Why did she think that I would go for someone like her?

"What offer?"

"The offer to ditch Little Miss Priss and get with me. You could do way better than that."

"Ms. Phillips-"

"Call me Joyce, doll."

"Or not," I said, shaking my head. "Ms. Phillips, I am happy with my girlfriend who is currently carrying our baby, so if you don't have any work for me, I'll be getting back to my desk. Oh, and don't call her names. I know you like to think of yourself as a classy and mature woman, but name-calling is so juvenile." I knew that last remark would let me leave.