I felt my teeth grit together, not because I was angry, but because Kensie's ass was closer to me than it had ever been.
Sure that made me sound a bit superficial, but in my defense - this is how guys think. We are initially attracted by your face, your body, your walk, then comes the emotional stuff. How you treat us, how we feel about you, what we like about your personality. We're not all cold and vile, we really do think about the inner body...it just takes time and repetition.
Right?
Kensie looked damn frightened once I turned around to flip the lock on my office door and I still couldn't tell if it was because of me or the banshee I had wailing on the other side.
"Kensie, I hope you have fun doing my job! You won't have it for long!"
I reached two fingers to press against the space between my eyes, this girl was literally bat shit crazy.
"I'm sorry," I pointed without looking, "For her. She's just..."
I finally looked up to see her, even through my head spinning and my stomach turning, I somehow felt at ease with her right now. Did she have this effect on everyone?
"So I finally figured it out," She didn't hold back, pulling herself up to take a seat on the side of my desk. My eyes fell to watch her slide up on the edge and I had to pull myself away just to keep my thoughts from going any further.
"And what is that?" I asked, trying to mask out Lacey. Kensie crossed her arms over her chest as her hair began to fall neatly down over her shoulders and down the middle.
Fuck.
"You knew me," She responded, breaking my relentless thoughts, "You knew who I was and never said a thing."
Ah, I almost forgot. How could I not think she'd put two and two together after seeing Lacey and I in the hallway again? I balled my fists by my sides as I leaned against the wall to keep my legs from collapsing, the seven beers I'd just pounded were not doing anything to keep me from looking like a complete shit-bag in front of this girl.
"You are correct," I answered, making sure to keep our distance.
I felt my attention scan over to the stack of papers I had on my desk as I suddenly had the urge to file them away. I began walking over to my desk as the realization finally hit me that I'd be hungover in the morning, again, as I tried to get this shit done.
I sat down, my head exploding as I let it drop in my hands.
"Are you...," She paused, only to whisper, "Wasted?"
I chuckled. Oh the innocence.
"Completely," I grinned, leaning back in my chair to watch her. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from saying anything I'd regret. I was her boss, after all, and I didn't want anything happening in my office that I couldn't have even better in my bed.
"You're supposed to run this place," She scolded me like my father used to, where the hell was she going with this?
"Who is supposed to run this place, when you can't even yourself?"
Damn did she have a mouth. Did she talk like this when I'd hired her? I watched her eyes drift to my lips as I wondered how much of my left arm I'd give just to hear her thoughts right now. The way she was scolding me, yelling at me like I cared...why was it bothering me so bad?
"Hence the proposition of a raise," I spoke, speaking through the liquor, "I wanted to ask you something."
She stepped back, her hips tilting to the right as I watched her thighs peak out from the front of my desk. I clenched my fists around the edge of my desk as I watched her continue to glare, was she considering?
