Page 45 of Under Her

Dislike and disdain.

And, just like it bothered me then—not that I ever let her know that—it bothers me now. Even more so.

“I’m busy,” she says.

“This won’t take a minute. What you just saw in my office wasn’t what you thought it was.”

She barks out a laugh. “So, you weren’t just about to fuck my assistant.”

“No.” I grit my teeth. “I’d just come out of my bathroom after showering and—”

“Often take showers during the day, do you?”

“When I’ve just done a workout in the gym on my lunch hour, yes, I do.” I pause, gritting my teeth. I take a deep breath in through my nose and then exhale it out. “Look, Sierra and I have…a past. A short past. We slept together once before she started working here.”

“And you just didn’t bother to tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was any of your business.”

She laughs. “Typical, Wilder.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you never think further than the end of your cock.”

I grind my teeth. “Honestly, I didn’t want to cause a problem, and I knew, if I told you that I’d slept with her the night before you came in for that first meeting—”

“Hang on.” She holds up a hand. “Sierra was the reason you were late for our meeting? She’s the one who left that note on your shirt?”

I realize what I just let slip, and my balls shrivel up into my body. “Yes.”

She lets out a sound of disbelief, shaking her head.

“I would never have touched her if I had known she was going to start working here.”

“Yet you were just naked in your office with her pressed up against you.”

“That was all her. She was waiting for me. I hadn’t invited her, and I sure as hell didn’t want her there. But she wasn’t taking no for an answer.”

“So, she overpowered you and pressed you up against the wall?”

“I wouldn’t say overpowered—”

She laughs derisively, cutting me off. “You can go now. I have work to do.”

“Don’t fucking do that. Don’t dismiss me like I’m your assistant.”

“Well, don’t screw my actual assistant in your office in the middle of the day, and maybe I won’t!” she yells, rising to her feet, hands pressed to the desk, her face red, eyes bright with anger.

“I didn’t screw her!”

“Only because I interrupted you!”

“I wasn’t going to do a goddamn thing with her! Aside from the fact that she works here and I never touch employees, I never ride the same roller coaster twice.”

“God, you’re disgusting. Same game, different place. You’re working your way through the female population of Chicago just like you worked your way through Northwestern.”

“Except for you, Morgan. I never worked my way through you.”