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Chapter One
“It wouldn’t botheryou so much if you weren’t such an uptight prude!” Harrison Dean yelled at the HR director from across her desk. Sure, it was unprofessional, but they had known each other for ten years now, and she was what she was. He was just man enough to say it out loud.
The desk between them held a computer, an open blue file, and nothing else—just a smooth, gray oak surface devoid of any personality, just like its owner. There wasn’t even a picture of her family or friends. No items from home to remind her not to take work so seriously. Nothing.
This woman needed something that would take her mind off work once in a while. More than once in a while.
“Oh, please, Harrison. You were having sex in the conference room. That’s not acceptable behavior anywhere. Should I have to point out that you’re one of the top lawyers in the company? If this gets out, everyone will be doing it! And if it gets out, I’ll have to have this conversation with everyone, and I don’t want to talk about this more than once.”
Seraphina Lovely gave as good as she got. A certifiable prude, but not a wallflower.
This wasn’t their first fight, nor would it be their last. He and the blonde had even had an argument like this before. In fact, this wasn’t even the worst one they’d been in over the years. They had the ability to rub each other the wrong way over almost every issue. It could be because he liked to rile her up just for fun. Pushing her buttons was a past-time now, and he was good at it.
“Because if I do it, everyone will?” Harrison stated with annoyance.
He couldn’t not use her given name, even though he knew she hated it. She always corrected people, saying that it was “Sera with an E.” Sometimes she even added that she would not respond to Seraphina, but she always did. The fact that it said “Sera” on her door was a bit of annoyance to him. He loved that her name didn’t match her personality at all.
In his mind, a Seraphina was an overly friendly woman who had little to no opinion of her own—a trophy wife. But this Seraphina was the complete opposite of that, even if her body was built to be a trophy wife, with curves in all the right places. Her bland color palette of mostly black and gray couldn’t cover that up.
“Yes, Harrison. You’re a role model around here. Lord knows why, but the younger lawyers look up to you. I, for one, think you’re overrated.”
She looked up at him with her bright blue eyes and a small smile on her face, a perma-smile he liked to call it. It was always there; even now, when she was pissed off, she was still smiling.
“I’m worth looking up to,” he stated with a smarmy smirk and watched her shake her head, which caused her long blonde hair to slip around her shoulders.
“You’re a horny asshole who’ll nail anything that isn’t nailed down.” Her breasts heaved with her anger under her steel-gray blouse. It also made her cheeks a rosy red. Maybe that was why he liked to fight with her so much—who wouldn’t love this reaction?
“At least I remember the last time I had sex. You don’t even remember how to spell it, much less how to do it!”
He knew nothing about her sex life, but she had been married for as long as he had known her. Longer, in fact. He only remembered her being pregnant once years ago, but he might have missed a few. He didn’t keep up with Mrs. Lovely’s life. He was sure there was nothing interesting about it at all.
“What does my sex life have to do with yours?” She crossed her arms in defense, drawing his eyes to her breasts. They were a special kind of nice, for a sexless prude. Her husband was a lucky guy on that front.
“Absolutely nothing, thank god!” His eyes went back to the safety of her face before she noticed. Would she like that? Him getting caught looking at the HR director’s tits?
“Oh, please. Kylie Nash is twenty years old. Is that your yardstick for what you want in a woman? A kid barely out of high school? You are thirty-six years old. You could have a kid her age!” Her words finally brought her to her feet. Everyone knew that when she stood up, shit was going down. Nobody got fired while she was sitting.
Now they were closer to the same height. She was tall for a woman, mostly legs, though with the desk between them, he couldn’t see them below her usual knee-length black skirt. But he had seen them many, many times before and didn’t need to see them to know what they looked like. Good, they looked good.
Leaning towards her, he stated, “You’re just jealous that you have to hurry home to the same dick every night—no variety. Are you missing that in your life? Did you ever even have variety in your life?”
Harrison had no idea how old she was. Maybe his age, maybe not. Knowing her for so long had made her a fixture in his life, nothing more. He didn’t think about her at all other than as the HR director … a pain in the ass one.
“I will not discuss my personal life with you.”
“Let’s not discuss my personal life either then,” he countered.
“You keep it out of my offices, and I will. Do whatever the hell you want on your time. Not here.” She pointed a long, elegant finger at the desk between them.
“Has she filed a complaint?” He had a right to know if she had. He knew the rules and laws surrounding sexual harassment.
“No,” she admitted, her eyes going to her black computer screen. She probably wished it hadn’t gone black during their fight in case she got an email about it. She would’ve loved that.
“Then, she was willing.” He smirked. She had nothing on him.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass if she was willing or not. It was in the damn conference room. Keep your pants on at work. Hell, keep all your clothes on!” She sat down in her chair and crossed her legs before sliding her chair into position under the desk.
“I can’t help it if the ladies love me.” He turned to leave her since he had won. If no report was filed, he had no issues.
