“Good morning, Miss Clarke,” Lilia said breathlessly, the same as every other morning. We still had a lot of work to do. I would break her barriers yet. When I was done with her, she’d be able to stare anyone down with her ice-cold glare and make grown men quiver in their expensive leather shoes. She would be my protégée.
“Good morning, Lilia, anything on fire yet?” I tried to joke with her every morning, and every time, she laughed, and then her eyes went wide like she’d done something terrible. Was my humor that bad? I’d never really had a problem with it before. Sarcasm, yes. I’d gotten myself into some sticky situations with that. And probably would again.
“Oh, um, there are a few messages, and your father called and asked to see you when you have a moment.” If Lilia was terrified of me, it was nothing compared to the fear she had of my father. I’d taken her to meet him and thought she was going to pass out in his presence, like a girl in some movie. Dad could be intimidating; I could give her that. I’d had to hurry her quickly away and give her a moment to collect herself in the break room.
“Thanks very much,” I said, taking the sticky notes with my messages written on them. I was going to listen to them as well, but it was nice to know what I was dealing with ahead of time.
The fallout from the fiasco of a couple weeks ago was still making my life a living hell. We’d been planning a new product launch, and Dad (and the Board of Directors) was all for going ahead with it, even against the wishes of the PR department. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. It gave all of us something positive to focus on, instead of trying to constantly reassure our current clients and the rest of the world that the incident was isolated and had been dealt with and wouldn’t happen again, and we were putting in safeguards to make SURE that it didn’t happen again, etc., etc., etc. I wanted to record my voice saying my little spiel and just play it when people called. Luckily, if they emailed, I had a form answer that I could copy and paste.
Dad was working more and more hours, trying to show that he had control, and it was taking its toll on him. The bags under his eyes, which had only been there every now and then, were now permanent fixtures on his face. But he wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he was working too hard, or too much. Not me, not Mom, not the Board. The best thing to do was try to take as much pressure off him as possible by doing my job as best I could and trying to handle things so they didn’t escalate and get to him.
I sighed and sat down at my desk. My WORLD’S GREATEST BOSS mug made me think of Lucah. EVERYTHING made me think of Lucah. This entire office had been steeped in memories and moments with him. I would never think about this place again without thinking of him.
Before I sat down and filled my head with work, I went to get coffee. Someone was waiting in the break room, leaning right next to the Keurig.
“Good morning, Miss Clarke,” he said, a wicked smile on his lips. Oh, he knew exactly how to undo me with one look.
I inhaled slowly and walked into the room, heading straight for the Keurig and popping in one of the little cups while not looking at him. Too much eye contact led to eye fucking, which could lead to real fucking, and I wasn’t going to let that happen in the office. Again.
Lucah didn’t seem to have as many qualms as I did about intra-office sexy relations. I stared at the Keurig as if my life depended on it. For me, with Lucah, it was all or nothing. In order to not rip his suit off him and ask him to bend me over my desk and fuck my brains out, I had to maintain a perimeter. A bubble, if you will. Now if I could get this bubble actually constructed, that would make my life a lot easier.
He was much better at being near me and keeping his composure. Must be all that corporate spy training. Or he just had abnormally good control over his lust. And by lust, I meant penis.
I told myself that over time, the feelings would cool. I would be able to see him and not think about him thrusting into me, his face concentrated on what he was doing, and then the look of ecstasy that passed over it when he came . . .
I had to stop thinking that way.
“Why are you being so rude, Miss Clarke?” He always inserted hidden meaning into my name. I couldn’t hear him say it without it conjuring up not-work-appropriate thoughts.
“I am trying to work and you are making it difficult. I know you came up here just to torment me. It’s not very nice.” I was interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Smith (full name Joseph Smith, no relation to the founder of the Mormon church), the head of Accounting. He had certainly gotten raked over the coals for the embezzling debacle and it was a miracle he still had a job. Lucah cleared his throat and left, but not before giving me a wink that Mr. Smith couldn’t see.
“Hello, Rory. How are you this morning?” I smiled. You had to feel for the guy. He was another one of the oldest employees and one of Dad’s good friends. I happened to know Dad vouched for him and that was the only reason he was still working here. Most everyone else had shunned him, and his shoulders were always slumped forward now. He even avoided most eye contact.
“I’m very well, how are you?” He was another one that got a free pass to call me by my nickname.
“Oh I’m doing well, doing well.” He wasn’t, and we both knew that.
“Good, good. You’ll let me know if you need anything, okay? We’ve all gotta pull together, right?” I gave him a pat on the shoulder. I knew he wasn’t going to slap me with a sexual harassment suit. He gave me a sad smile and returned the pat.
“You’re a good girl, Rory.” At least he thought so. I took my coffee and went back to my office and prepared for the daily onslaught. It was time to put Lucah out of my mind and be the Rory I was before he came into my life.
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Of course, it would be lot easier to be the old Rory if Lucah wasn’t constantly popping up. Granted, not all of it was his fault. He often sent me completely work-related emails about new projects and so forth, but they were almost always group emails, written in stiff businessese. Work emails were strictly monitored, even more so now, so he would never take risk sending me something that wasn’t strictly on the up and up. That would definitely get both of us fired.
But I had something else that afternoon to distract me from thinking about Lucah. Once again, I’d forgotten about the interviews the Board and Human Resources were conducting to fill the disgraced Mr. Craig’s place. They’d farmed out some of his other jobs (since he hadn’t really been doing them in the first place), but we still needed another Vice President and head of Marketing.
I wasn’t required to be in the initial interviews, but once they’d narrowed down the candidates, I would be present for the final interview and to help choose who would ultimately take the job.
Poor Mrs. Andrews had to escort each one from the reception area all the way down the hall to the boardroom. Because I was nosy, I kept my door open so I could check them out as they walked by.
For me, first impressions were extremely important. Case in point, Lucah. He’d made my ladyparts throb with desire from the second I’d met him. I’d also thought he was irritating and cocky, but that was beside the point.
Mrs. Andrews also knew that I liked to get a visual, so she slowed down when she led them by my office so I could get a good look. I knew, based on experience, that a lot of them didn’t even belong here and with the Board being more exclusive than ever, most of them didn’t have a prayer.
Almost all of the candidates were older, and male. Big shock. But there was one that Mrs. Andrews took by that made me do a double take. It wasn’t just that she looked like she was around my age, but her fiery red curls were hard to miss. I’d gained Redhead Radar because of Lucah.
She sauntered past my office without a glance at me, but Mrs. Andrews gave me a look. I would definitely have to make a trip to her desk later and see what the deal was with this girl.