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“Please, what?” I asked.
“Can I please get a cup of coffee?” she said.
“Are you asking me to get you a cup of coffee?”
“I’m just reminding you that the wordpleasegoes a long way. Just a good thing to keep in mind. I’ll be in with your coffee shortly, Boss.” She hung up before I could respond.
What the fuck kind of mind game was this?
I didn’t look up at her when she set the mug on the desk with a napkin and a banana, which was thoughtful, seeing as I hadn’t asked for one, but I usually grabbed one when I first got here.
I glanced up just as she left my office. Her pencil skirt hugged her curves in all the right places, and I cursed myself for looking. Tan legs, fuck-me heels, and a body that could drop a man to his knees.
And damn, would I drop to my knees for that woman.
I picked up my cell phone and typed her contact info in. I’d been meaning to do it but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. I didn’t want to call her on the office phone after shaming her for calling me. But I didn’t want to invite a new conversation either, because my dick was finally settling down, and I needed her to stay at her fucking desk for a while. She was my assistant, and I should have her number in my phone anyway.
Thank you for the coffee and the banana, Tink.
Tink
Who is this?
I chuckled because she was funny as hell, even if I wouldn’t admit it to her.
Did you bring someone else coffee and a banana?
Tink
Bossman?
Obviously.
Tink
Is this your way of apologizing?
No. This is my way of thanking you for the coffee and the banana.
Tink
You’re welcome. Now, if we can get you to say please, change your taste in music, soften the way you deliver your requests, and try smiling every now and then… it will be a win.
Don’t hold your breath.
Tink
Ah... did you know that I had a brief stint with synchronized swimming? Holding my breath is another secret talent.
You’re full of surprises. Get back to work.
Tink
I set my phone down just as voices started to fill the office. Georgia put a call from my grandfather through to me and held up her hand as she pulled my door closed so I could have privacy.
“Maddox, how are things going over there?” he asked, his voice always gruff from his early years as a smoker.
