Ego Maniac - Page 44

She looked down at her skirt and back to me, momentarily perplexed, but then she squinted. “Stop that.”

“What?”

“Trying to soften me by saying nice things.”

“You don’t like compliments?”

“When they’re real, yes. I like them. But when they’re bullshit to distract me? No, I don’t like them at all.”

“I don’t give out bullshit compliments.”

She gave me a face that said she wasn’t buying it. “So you really like my reading glasses?”

“Gives you that sexy librarian look.”

She shook her head. “And my red skirt?”

“To be honest, I don’t give a shit about the color. But it’s tight. And hugs all the right places.”

Emerie’s cheeks started to pink. It made me wonder how her creamy skin would look after I sucked on it a bit.

“Don’t play with my whiteboard! My clients read it. I’m lucky they’re in a good place, or they would be doubting my professionalism after your little stunt.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I lifted two fingers to my forehead in a mock salute.

“Thank you.”

She turned to walk out. I couldn’t resist. “Bet the guy gets a blowjob tonight.”

“That would make one of you then.”

For a change, I was leaving the office at six o’clock. “Want to join me and Roman for a beer over at Fat Cat’s?”

Emerie sat at her desk looking in a small mirror as she lined her lips in a bright red that matched her skirt. Following her hand as it curved into the bow of her top lip, it dawned on me that against the backdrop of the stark white office walls, she looked liked a splat of colorful living art on a canvas.

What the fuck, Jagger? Living art?

“Thanks, but I have plans tonight.”

“Hot date?”

“Baldwin is taking me to a French restaurant.”

Tension mixed with a healthy dose of unexpected jealousy rumbled in my stomach. “French food, huh? Not much of a fan.”

“Me either. But Baldwin loves escargot.”

“Snails,” I scoffed, then mumbled “Figures.”

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.” What I really wanted to say was that snails reminded me of slugs. And eating that shit would be cannibalism for Mr. Bowtie. The guy was a slug. But instead, I went with, “You have a good night.”

Drew

“What’s your favorite position?”

Emily climbed onto my lap, straddling me. “I like this one.”

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