Possessive Boss

Then again, it might also be really, really exciting.

I never wanted excitement. I’m just a data geek. I only signed up for this because they requested it from me specifically. Said I was the best candidate they had. I never wanted to go into the field, I just wanted to sit in a comfortable office and analyze financial statements for malfeasance.

But oh, well. Here I am, trying to infiltrate FLFM like some kind of secret agent.

And using my sexuality to do it.

I smile and hurry back to my apartment, wondering if I’m actually going to pull this off.2JacobIt’s strange, how empty the office is. I’m used to the main office in Atlanta, how intense and bustling it is. Even though we’re a relatively small firm, we still have over fifty employees at that office, and we plan on doubling them with this new expansion.

Hiring fifty people is no small thing, though. My head aches from going through these interviews. The same douche bag frat boy after the next, each of them equally smart, each of them equally uninteresting.

Except for Val Cotter…

That interview was three days ago, but I still can’t stop thinking about her. I wasn’t sure what to think when she came into my door. She’s pretty, really pretty, with auburn hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her clothes were professional and conservative, but still managed to show off a full figure. She wanted to hide it, but I couldn’t help but look at her anyway.

It’s not like she’s the first woman I’ve seen in finance. I’ve hired plenty of women before and didn’t flirt with a single one of them. She’s just the first one I saw and instantly wanted to undress, right there on the conference room table.

And judging by the way she reacted to me, I think she wanted it just as much as I did.

I keep thinking about her body, about her pretty lips against mine. I want to take her, keep her, make her do things she never pictured she’d do, feel things she didn’t know she could feel. I want to sink myself deep between her legs and fuck her until that tight bun falls out and I can grasp her hair rough in my fist.

My phone rings, pulling me from my fantasy. I nearly jump and sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Shit,” I say out loud then answer the phone. “Yeah?”

“You sound annoyed,” Darin says.

“Always annoyed. Especially with these interviews.”

“Oh, come on. You love interviewing. You get to judge people. And you get to ask your stupid question.”

I bristle a little bit. “It’s not stupid.”

“I know, I know.” He laughs a little and I relax. Darin loves to mess with me, always has. “Look, how close are we?”

“I have at least fifteen good candidates. Support stuff should be easier. I think we can be up and running in a couple weeks.”

“Good. Lock those fifteen down. I want that place moving as soon as possible.”

“What’s the rush?”

He doesn’t answer for a second. “No rush,” he says. “No rush at all. Just, I want to get it going, you know, while we have momentum.”

“Right. Sure. Because that’s a thing.”

He laughs. “Look. You don’t get it, that’s fine. Some of us have to be out here, the face of the company, and trust me. We have momentum.”

“Whatever you say.”

Darin laughs again. He’s my partner and I’ve known him forever. He’s basically the other half of my coin. I’m the numbers man, the one that does the day-to-day gritty stuff. I make the money.

But he brings in the clients. He has a knack for it too. We’ve been growing steadily because I’ve been bringing in good numbers, but equally because he’s been bringing in good clients. Without the good clients, I wouldn’t be able to work my magic.

So we work well together. The Philadelphia office was his idea, but he’s too busy working on a big client to come down here and do the staffing himself. Besides, I’m the day-to-day guy, so it’s inevitably my choice.

“I was looking at those resumes you sent over,” he says.

“Really?”

“Well, glanced at them.”

I laugh. I’d emailed him some of the more promising candidates but I didn’t expect him to actually look at it.

“What do you think?”

“They look suitably boring. Except for one.”

I grin a little. “Let me guess.”

“Valerie Cotter. Where the fuck did you find her?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I Googled her. Couldn’t help myself.”

I groan. “You weirdo.”

“I had to know what she looks like. Her resume reads like the most boring thing ever, like the rest of you numbers nerds.”

“But?”

“But she’s sexy as fuck and you know it.”

I tense a little bit. I don’t know why I react that way. Darin’s been making crude jokes about women our whole life, and that’s not even bad. Normally, I’d laugh about something like that.