Her face lights up in a stunning smile, and damn, there goes my cock again.
She’s going to be dangerous. Going to have to watch myself with her. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Great,” she says, giving me a mischievous grin. “I’ll be your premier asshole handler. Could I have that title on my door do you think?”
We both burst out laughing, and I know I’ve made the right choice in taking Nina on. If nothing else, at least my days will be more interesting.
“So, when can I start?” she asks. “Is there anything you need me to do today? I want to make up for the time you lost having to buy a new shirt and stuff. If you’ve got that big meeting later. You can probably use all the time you can get, right?”
I glance at the stack of accounts that need filing. “Well, there are these. I’ve been putting these damn things off for a month.”
She leans over the desk, unwittingly giving me another glimpse of her cleavage as she grabs the stack of papers.
“Accounts? Where do they need to go?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
I turn my monitor slightly to show her the software we use, and she moves her chair around to sit next to me. Despite my best efforts, it’s a struggle to stay focused when she smells so good.
“I can do this,” she says, brushing against me as she reaches for the mouse. She seems familiar with the software already. “Go and prepare for your meeting. I’ll have this all done by the time you’re finished.”
I smile, glad to be rid of the damn things. Having a PA is going to be awesome.
As I cross the room and open the door to leave, a thought strikes me. “Hey, you really want to repay me for that shirt?”
Nina glances up from the computer. “Of course. You can take it out of my paycheck, but maybe not all of it from one paycheck. Maybe we can do it in installments, or—”
“Nina, I’m not going to dock your pay,” I cut her off, chuckling. She really is cute when she gets all frantic.
“Oh.” A relieved gust of air escapes her mouth.
“Can you keep Saturday night free, though?”
“Sure, I guess. What for?” she asks, a quizzical expression on her face.
“Well, that would be telling, wouldn’t it? Sometimes, I’m going to need you to accompany me outside of traditional office hours. That won’t be a problem, will it?”
She frowns, uncertainty flitting across her face. “No, I don’t think so. But . . . it’s not a date, is it? I’m not that kind of girl, Brock.”
I can’t tell if she’s serious or not.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. Promise. Although . . . you may find yourself doing things you don’t usually do . . .”
“Well, aren’t you a regular man of mystery?” she teases with a little smile. “Okay, Saturday night is now blocked out on my calendar. The hot date I had planned with a tub of ice-cream and the TV is just going to have to wait until another time.”
She returns her attention to the paperwork, and I turn and leave the office. I know I should be hyper-focused on this meeting, but I just can’t stop thinking about her . . .
Nina
The week passes quickly as I get the hang of the new job.
Brock is busy all the time with meetings and travel and who-knows-what, so he mostly leaves me to it although he checks in from time to time.
I’ve tried to press him a few times on exactly what is going to happen on Saturday night, but he just smiles that infuriatingly smug smile that’s starting to feel familiar by now and tells me to wait and see.
“I don’t like surprises,” I tell him. “Can’t you give me a clue? I want to make sure I’m dressed appropriately, at least. Is it a social thing? A work thing? Where is it going to be? A restaurant? A bar? A conference? You’ve got to give me something to go on!”
“I’ve got everything handled,” is all he says. “You just need to bring yourself, and everything else will be taken care of.”
No matter how much I press him and cajole him, he won’t budge.
I’d never tell him this . . . but to be honest, it’s a little thrilling. Even though I told him that I don’t like surprises, I actually kind of do. Maybe just a little.
As long as he doesn’t try to force himself on me or something ridiculous like that, I’m sure I can deal. And as much as Brock’s changed over the years since I last saw him, he hasn’t changed that much. He won’t try any funny business with his buddy’s little sister. I’m sure of it.