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296 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 21, 2013
“Right.” Sean smiled and took the gift card hesitantly, his finger brushing her thumb. Sparklers went off at the base of his groin. It was like the Fourth of July and his dick wanted to celebrate.
Kate’s look turned serious. “You didn’t fall for him, did you? Because you know you can’t do that, Kris. You know—” “No, I didn’t fall for him,” Krista said defensively, shifting in her seat. “I’m not quite that stupid. I just… he’s just… it’s just nice talking to him. I couldn’t find anything that made me believe all the rumors. Until today.” “Besides always trying to fuck you?” Kate got slightly more dirty mouthed when she was riled up, which was saying something because she was plenty filthy in the normal course of her day. “Who is this?” Ben asked quietly. Krista rolled her eyes. “A guy I work with. He’s always after—” “Her pussy,” Kate interjected. “Kate, you know I hate that word!” Krista said with spite. “That’s why I used it. I can see you losing sight of yourself with him. As I sit here, I can see it as you talk about him. He’s no good. Do I have to remind you that Jim was exactly the same way in the beginning? Attractive and clever and dashing?”
“Look, I’ll tell ya what…” Sean was about to gamble. He hated gambling. It was too unpredictable. He liked to be sure of the outcome before he put his neck out. It was why he hadn’t asked Krista out yet. He didn’t like when people said no. “I pissed her off today. She’s going to take it all kinds of wrong—” “What’d you do?” John sat down again, his grin back. The guy couldn’t sit still. Sean shrugged. “There’s a list, actually. All in the best interest of the presentation, but I doubt she’ll see it that way. Anyway, because I know she cares about her work and her job and how she is received, I bet you she’ll be in here Monday to bitch me out.” “The way I hear it, when she gets in a foul mood she bitches everyone out.” Sean laughed. It was true. He’d witnessed it a couple of times when she’d had a bad date, or James Montgomery was being particularly stodgy. In the early morning she let her bad moods get away from her. Sean loved watching the fireworks. She could make the old ladies scurry out with a look.
There were two people present when Krista made the entrance into the break room. They looked up when she walked in, which meant they were probably gossiping. When they didn’t continue talking, it probably meant they were gossiping about her. She didn’t care. She stopped behind the one with tight curls on the top of her head in an ugly hair thing. “Nice clip,” she said, being nasty but hiding it behind the compliment. Basically, that was her kicking the dog. The woman—she was from Client Retention—gave her a weird look and shuffled out of her way with her cup half-full. The two ladies left shortly after. Krista didn’t care. She got her java and skulked back to her cube with a raging headache. She had no phone messages and no e-mails, so if she was getting fired, the meeting wasn’t scheduled yet. Mr. Montgomery wasn’t in yet, either—she did a drive-by with a quick glance—so she couldn’t enact the scowl-meter. She was flying blind. And in pain.
Sean nodded and got up to move around his desk. It was probably another power play, but Krista had no idea what to do to counter it. She couldn’t very well tell him not to sit in his own chair in his own office. She decided to ignore it. Instead, she noticed his agile body was perfectly outlined in Dockers and a button-down shirt. She was hypnotized by his butt for exactly the five seconds it was in view.
She was suddenly feeling like a pawn in a game of chess. This guy might be out of her league just a little—hell, who was she fooling. A ton! She gritted her teeth and steeled her determination. She hardened her voice in a last-ditch effort and laid it all out there. “You see, I was under the impression that we were united as a team. We were presenting in a unified front. But I had to introduce myself. Yet I wasn’t told that would be the protocol, which made me look stupid. Then at the end I had to answer a question with a made-up answer because you didn’t step up. We were a team going in, but then you fed me to the wolves.” “More like a pack of hyenas.” …………? Krista blinked a half dozen times. Sean picked up the phone and started dialing. This was another power-play tactic, she was sure of it. They were in the middle of a serious conversation, but he would render her unimportant by doing other things. In other words, she didn’t have his undivided attention. The sneaky bastard. Whatever. She could play this game too. In fact, a break from critical thinking was welcomed. Her head was pounding. She put her lucky mug on the desk and leaned back, mirroring the guy next to her, and waited patiently for Sean to get off the phone.
Sean smiled in a sleazy sort of way. Monica smiled back in a flirty, carefree way as she turned her eyes on Krista, who was unimpressed with the whole scene. To be polite, she nodded hello as she turned her eyes back to Sean.
She got directions deep into the art department, where not many Research people went. For a reason. As she walked, clutching her pen and paper, she entered into a chaos against which her brain tried to rebel. People were everywhere, talking and laughing and yelling. Paper was strewn all over desks of all different colors and sizes. Some desks had paper over their keyboards, crawling up their screens. One person was singing at the top of her lungs. When she finished, three other people clapped. It might as well have been a theater production of Cats. Krista wanted to turn around and run.
Before Krista could answer, Phyllis turned to her chums and said, “It’s not often we get a Research person this far into the art department, you know? They’re usually all freaked out that we’ll kidnap ’em or somethin’!” They all laughed uproariously. Krista chuckled to be part of the group but was secretly wondering if she would make it out alive. Odds weren’t looking good.
Krista passed out the remaining books. “Okay, well first, you should all know that Marcus and I speak a different language. He speaks in high art, and I speak in normal person…” “There was nothing normal in those books you passed around.” Marcus cut her off. “Okay, well, affluent math, then. So when I went to get Marcus’s ideas, which I think was Sean’s big practical joke to torture me…” Marcus and Judy both laughed. Sean was looking at her, blank-faced. She hurried on. “I wrote down a bunch of genius crap that I then stared at for a couple of hours before realizing there was no way in hell—excuse my language—that I could turn it into logical, statistical research. It was all gibberish as far as I could tell.”