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“Uh…” she was very clearly surprised by the question. “Not particularly.”

"What does that mean?" I asked.

“Well, they're more like acquaintances.”

This was most definitely not the point of this question.

“What I’m trying to ask is if you’ve had issues with females the same way you have with men? With men, it's the constantly being hit on, and with females, I guess, a bit of enmity at constantly being hit on?”

She stared at me, and for a second, I wondered if I had crossed the line. I felt foolish even talking about this, as I would never delve into personal matters this way, but I simply wanted to give her a shot, and in order to do that, I needed to be honest.

She lowered her head then in response.

“Yeah, I have.”

“Good,” I said. “Well, that was the case with me also.”

Her head snapped up in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re immensely attractive, and because of that, there is the possibility that this might be more of a distraction than a benefit, to me and to our clients. And, I admit to being unnecessarily hostile so that you’d up and leave on your own.”

It took her a little while to process it, and it made me almost certain that Gloria was going to kill me because there was also now the high possibility that she might use this as evidence in suing me for wrongful termination in case things didn’t ultimately work out as I had planned.

“That’s incredibly unfair,” she said, and I nodded.

“Sure.”

“I'm not that attractive. There are girls more beautiful than I am walking up and down the streets, so why do I have to suffer when I'm not even half of that?”

At her words, I was truly flabbergasted. She obviously didn't know just how pretty she was, and it was almost amusing to me as it was fascinating. This type of woman was endearing, and so I couldn't help but be amused.

“There’s no need to drag this on. I'm not here to correct your self-image. All I'm saying is that I wanted you to quit, and you did, back at the restaurant, and since you’d quit, I wanted to offer you a different proposition. But now that you've expressed your desire to return to the position and quickly learn the ropes of all that is needed, then there is no need for any of that.

She stared at me until the waiter came over to deliver her salad.

Chapter Sixteen

Hannah

Iwas trying to process what he was saying. It made sense, but as I watched him, I realized that it hadn’t even occurred to me for even a second that he would be attracted to me. He had to be one of the most genuinely beautiful men I had ever seen. He was clean-shaven, with a strong, angled chin, and dark, lustrous hair combed away from his face. Broader than thou shoulders and an impeccable three-piece suit. And yet, he was telling me that I was attractive, and this was why I had been bullied all day.

I couldn't help my frown. However, I was almost equally as curious about what he had meant to propose to me back at the restaurant since I had already quit. My mind, in trying to figure it out, was already going to the dirtiest places, but I tried not to conjure any fantasies—I mean, images in my head until he explained. And so, I asked.

“What did you want to proposition to me?” I asked.

He shook his head then and lifted the glass of water to his lips.

“No longer relevant since you're resuming employment with us. Let’s talk instead about work and how you plan to catch up on at least five years of experience in only a few days.”

This absolutely was not what I wanted. I mean, it was, but how could I just ignore what he had just said? I hadn’t had the time or capacity to think of him in this light since everything had been a whirlwind coming straight for me, but now that I could catch my breath… I couldn’t help but shift in my seat.

This was dumb; again, a client looking for a quick time with a young thing. This was my very incredibly attractive boss perhaps... wanting to get into some sort of sexual arrangement with me? Or was it more?

I perused him as discreetly as I could and truly had to ask myself why I couldn’t have him. I mean, it was the worst thing to voice out, but… if I gave it further thought, I would be open to it.

Shaking my head, I dispelled that crazy thought away, especially given what I had just gone through, which were all observed daydreams.

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