“I like how your mind works.”
Her eyes roll. “If I work for you, Mr. Merritt, we will keep things professional.”
“Is it too late for me to fire you?”
Her eyes narrow. “Of course not.”
Giving her a wink, I stand, turning my chair so that it faces her. “I’m only joking. Take the driver’s seat.”
“My favorite.” Stepping back, I walk to the window while her fingers click lightly across the keyboard. “I spent a little time looking over it yesterday.”
Turning back, I’m caught off guard by how sexy she looks navigating my computer. One long leg is bent under my chair, but the other is stretched forward giving me a nice view.
“What’s the verdict?” I manage to say.
“It’s not as dated as you made it out to be.” She’s clicking fast. “A few things can be added, pages removed. Try to focus on pages that don’t require frequent updates.”
“Such as?”
“For starters, I’d ditch the What’s New page.”
Walking back to where she sits, I lean forward to look at the offending page. “Apparently nothing new has happened here in two years.”
“Exactly.” She takes the Mont Blanc pen off my desk and jots a few notes on my yellow legal pad.
“Handwritten notes? I thought all the kids dictated these days.”
She smiles without looking up and continues writing. “It helps me think.”
Leaning to the side, I watch her slim fingers move. “Your penmanship is impressive.”
“Sylvia insisted all our Thank You notes be hand-written.” Dropping the pen she turns back to the computer. “She also insisted they not look like they were sent by a serial killer.”
Again I laugh, and this time her eyes flicker to my face. Her fingers pause a moment over the keys, and those glossy pink lips tremble. I’m a breath from covering them with mine again, but it’s too soon. I can’t keep pushing her when she’s clearly not ready.
Her words at dinner troubled me. Social order, revenge, and jealousy. I can’t help wondering which of the three had her beautiful eyes so clouded when she came to me. I want her to know she can come to me any time.
Her attention is back on the screen, and she’s using the mouse now, clicking on several places. “I want to show you a few company sites I think are superb. You can tell me which you like, and I’ll communicate all of this to the designer.”
“Do you already know who that will be?”
“I’ll contact the sites you like best and ask them for referrals. People are always happy to share when you compliment their web design.” She pushes back and stands. “Take a look at the five I have up now.”
Sitting I click through the windows she has open on my screen. All are sleek and streamlined, and all have the classic business image we want. “It’s like you’ve read my mind on all of them.”
“Don’t forget I’ve worked in the corporate world for years. I know what you stuff-shirts like.”
There she is—that’s the woman who called me old man. No matter how many times I tell myself I won’t chase her, I can’t resist her sassy attitude.
“Stuff-shirts?”
She glances back with a grin before walking to the window where I just stood looking out. “You all pretend to be so unique, yet you all repeat the exact same behavior.”
Fuck that. It sounds like why she keeps leaving me with my pants down wanting more. Still, I don’t go to her. I have a feeling it’s what she’s expecting, and I didn’t get to be the top attorney in my field by not being able to read people. Amy Knight, get ready to be surprised.
“I’d like to add brief interviews with each of the partners. Give visitors a sense of our individual style.”
“Mmm,” she nods. “Excellent idea.”