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I reversed course and gathered my purse before heading once more for the elevator that would transport me to my doom.
The door closed, and a line fromAlice in Wonderlandpopped into my brain: “Off with her head!” That’s exactly how it would go if Benson got an inkling of how I felt about him. I practiced the smile I planned to hide behind. It didn’t look half bad in the polished stainless of the elevator door.
As I entered the executive offices, I heard voices and stopped short of the door with Dennis Benson’s nameplate beside it.
“I need a guy with an MBA, and experience,” Benson said.
“No, you don’t. I have someone who can provide the support you need,” Fisher said from inside the office.
“Are you deliberately trying to jam me up for moving fast on the spin-off?”
“I just said these kinds of trade-offs wouldn’t have been necessary if we’d taken the time to plan properly.”
“We had to move quickly. You know that.”
“If you want to go outside, you can start interviewing next week to fill Mark’s position. It shouldn’t take longer than a month or two.”
My God, they were arguing about me. Not only did I not want to work for the devil; he didn’t want me either. Suddenly the prospect of losing this job too became a real possibility, and then where would I be? Unemployed, on top of all the other things I stood to lose.
I smoothed my skirt, took a deep, composing breath, knocked on the door frame, and then moved into the open door.
“There you are,” Fisher said.
“Dennis, I’d like you to meet Jennifer Hanley.”
I pasted on my fake, I-don’t-hate-you smile and entered the devil’s lair.
* * *
Dennis
She walked into my office.
Jennifer Hanley—now I had a name to go with the face, the body, the fantasies.
“I think she’ll be just what you need,” Jay said with a sly grin.
Could he know what he’d just done to me?
My mind raced. I caught myself before my jaw dropped very far. I hadn’t been expecting a girl, much less this girl—my Starbucks girl. Jay stood and made his way to the door. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me,” he said as he left, leaving her behind.
I composed myself and rounded the desk to shake her extended hand.
It was warm and soft as I’d always imagined, but with a firm grip—a grip I’d imagine every time I closed my eyes in the shower to stroke myself.
She looked down at our joined hands before I realized I’d held hers too long, enjoying the warmth, the electric touch I’d imagined for months.
I let her go. “Please take a seat, Jennifer.” Returning to my chair, I scooted close to the desk, a position that hid my stirring cock. “Where did you get your MBA?”
She looked down. “I have a BS in Accounting and Business Administration from Pepperdine, not an MBA.”
I noticed the rise and fall of her chest as she talked. No way was having her just down the hall going to work.
This was totally fucked up. Her working under me couldn’t possibly end well. She didn’t have an MBA, and she was the face I saw every morning as I closed my eyes and jerked off—the one keeping me sane during my enforced period of abstinence leading up to the court date with Melissa.
“Mr. Benson?” she asked.
Her voice pulled me back to the moment. “Dennis, please.” I tried in vain to look away from those luscious lips I wanted on my dick every morning when I woke up, but looking any lower would probably break my zipper.
