His eyes grow as large as saucers. He moves his head left to right like he’s placed his thoughts on a scale. “Never mind.” He writes on a piece of paper and slides it to me. “This is the offer.”
I look at the amount and gasp. “I’ve never made this much money.” It’s twice the amount of my last job.
“It’s a specialty job. We believe you should be compensated well. I’ll assume the amount is satisfactory?”
He looks at me with black espresso eyes so intense, I’m forced to turn my head and stare at the boxes that line the walls of his office.
I nod. “You really are just setting up business.” When he said the company recently relocated, I thought maybe weeks ago, but it’s more like today.
“Yes,” he looks around the mess on his floor and shrugs. “We outgrew our old location and needed more office space.” He slides the forms forward and places a pen on top. “Despite the condition of my office, my partners Andrew and Brad have set up your office so you’ll be ready to dig in.”
My office. It sounds so impo
rtant. “That’s amazing. I’m happy to help you set up yours if you like.”
He rubs his chin while he looks at me. “While your offer is generous, and tempting, your time is better spent…” he pauses for a long second, “testing our products.”
Of course he wants me to get started on the product line right away. It’s what he hired me for. “I’m ready.” I quickly fill in the employment forms and pass them back to him.
He stares down at the documents. “Janey Pickle,” he says. “I would have sworn that P was a typo. You know how things get mixed up when you do all your business online.”
“It’s easy to get confused when the tap of the wrong key can change everything.” I follow him to the door.
He turns right and walks past the desk, leading me all the way down the corridor. “We thought you might prefer some privacy, so your office is set up at the end. The two offices nearest you will be empty except to warehouse products.”
Disappointment washes over me knowing that I’ll be stuck in the end office and not likely to see my sexy boss often. “Do your partners work here full-time as well?”
He turns toward me and walks backwards until he reaches the closed door at the end. “Andrew travels a lot. He’s an advertising specialist always out pimping our stuff. Brad oversees our production line for the exclusive items we make in the United States. It’s our goal to eventually manufacture everything here.”
“And I’m your satisfaction girl.” I give him a big warm smile.
He falls backwards against the door like my grin slapped him. It swings wide open. “And here you are.” He looks around the room. “If there’s anything you need beyond what we’ve provided, please let me know. Feel free to take anything home. In fact, you may prefer to do most of your work from home if that makes you more comfortable.”
My knees wobble as I look around the office. The entire perimeter is floor to ceiling shelves full of rubber cocks and sex toys.
I have made a huge mistake.
“Where’s the coffee?” I ask. My mind races to the ad. It said The Grynd, but I was certain the Y was a typo. I just said one wrong tap of a key changes the whole meaning. Holy hell. Each of the items sitting like Oscars on the shelf is intended for the Y between a woman’s legs not the i in I’ll have another cup please.
“I’ll find it in one of the boxes and get a pot started for you.” His demeanor is calm as if we aren’t standing in the center of a room full of dicks.
“Great.” My voice warbles a bit and I clear my throat to cover the sound.
I really should turn and run, but a flashback of the drunks on my doorstep keeps me rooted in place. Thankfully, Mr. Stark turns away from me and toward the wall of penises. I chew my lip and play with my hair until I’m sure I’ve worn a hole through my skin, and the long tendrils hang around my face.
“I’ll leave you to it.” He steps to the door and stops. “Your computer is hooked up. I’d like you to try to get through the long list of customer emails within the week if possible. Most of them are happy customers who want to tell us how satisfied they are with the product. Some are complaints. It’s the unhappy customers I worry about. One dissatisfied customer generally leads to a hundred missed sales.”
I open my mouth to speak but words escape me. What do I say? I’ll jump right on that? I look at the monster cock on the center shelf next to me and decide that’s not right. I say nothing.
“You okay?” He grips the doorframe making the muscles of his arms bulge. Even his pecs expand to stretch his baby blue T-shirt.
“Mmm hmm,” I hum.
“All right then. Have a…” he chuckles “satisfying first day.”
He pulls the door closed behind him. I collapse on the plush chaise in the corner. Still attached is the price tag. Probably to assure me no one has flicked their bean here. “All right, Pickle,” I say to myself, “you’ve really got yourself into one this time.”