“I don’t do shit like that, make demands. I’m here because I like design and marketing,” he said a little sullenly.
“I’m sure you’re very good at it, too. My friends Marj and Luke work in marketing. They’ll show you the ropes. I’ve read really great things about your dad. I hope he ushers in a different sort of corporate culture.”
“No groping, you mean? I’m sure he’ll have that put in the new employee handbook. He always puts the whole staff through a training when he takes over a business, gets them acclimated to the kind of place he likes to run. Friendly and efficient are his bywords.”
“So are you friendly and efficient?”
“I prefer sexy and unstoppable,” he teased.
“I can testify to that,” she murmured and then blushed.
“If you can’t testify to it yet, you could always show me the executive washroom now,” he said suggestively.
Britt felt herself blush all the way up to the tips of her ears. She knew conclusively that Jack’s train of thought had paralleled her own.
Chapter 11
She cursed herself for being careless, for picking up a stranger who turned out to be her new boss’s son and the newest addition the company. This was a mistake that would bite her in the ass every Monday through Friday forever, she groaned inwardly. She left the party early, claiming that she had work to complete. Back in the peace of her cubicle she made good on that statement and zipped through a stack of receipts that had to be recorded. Finished in plenty of time, she straightened her desk and looked at the clock. When she turned back to her monitor, Jack was there, filling the door of her cubicle.
“I brought you my W-2. I’m only part time so don’t bother with the benefits.”
“Do you want direct deposit?”
“Did you listen to Dad’s speech?” he grinned. “He and I are working for a dollar. Each. We don’t need the money and our salaries can help with operating capital for the expansion. So a check will be fine. I’ll be in and out. I’ve got a software project going.”
“Is this just a hobby for you?”
“Sort of,” he said with a shrug.
“Do you really play guitar?”
“Hell yes. I do all kinds of shit. I did the graphics for my friend’s software. I do some marketing for my dad,” he said. “Look, there’s not going to be any hard feelings just because you weren’t interested and I was. I’m not going to harass you. I’m not going to make things difficult for you. So you can relax.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re pretty tightly wound. I can see the vein in your forehead.”
“Thanks,” she said dryly.
“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. I won’t even be here that much.”
“Good to know.”
“Have I offended you?”
“Besides talking about my forehead vein and assuming, egotistically may I add, that I was trembling in my pumps because big manly you walked into my place of work? Excuse me if I’m not overcome by desire and regret. I have a new W-2 to enter,” she said shortly, face blazing with embarrassment as he left.
Why had she defaulted to being rude, she wondered. Was she really that intimidated? Really that attracted that she had to be so aggressive and mad? He hadn’t done anything except be a hot guy who showed up in a place she’d rather not see him. Dropping her head onto her desk, she groaned aloud.
“What’s the groaning about?” Marj teased.
“I was a total bitch to the boss’s son. He brought in his W-2 and—”
“Were you straightening your desk? You’re always pissy when I interrupt your little OCD ritual.”
“Yeah, I was.”
“He’ll learn when to knock. We all do,” Marj said. “Except for hook up guy, of course. If he ever shows up here, I think you’d stop tidying up to meet with him.”