Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

As her boss, though, I needed to stop. I cleared my throat. “The laptop should be connected to a printer. If not mine, then the one out by Alex.”

“Okay.” She sat at her desk and opened the laptop.

It was several minutes later, when she turned toward my printer that I realized I’d just spent the whole time watching her. I frowned at myself. It wasn’t like me to get lost in a woman.

I shook my head to clear the fog.

“I guess it’s at the other printer,” she said as my printer stayed silent.

I nodded.

“I’ll just go look,” she said, as if she was asking to be dismissed.

“Yes.” I watched as she moved to the door and then remembered I wasn’t supposed to be paying so much attention to her. “Sara?”

“Hmm.” She stopped at the door.

“You don’t need my permission to do your work. If you need to leave to get printouts or supplies or whatever, you can just go.”

“Yes sir.”

I frowned at her calling me sir. Normally I liked it from my staff. It showed respect. But with her, it made me feel old.

When she returned, she told me she wanted to review the report before giving it to me. I nodded and turned my focus to my own work.

It only took another hour to think that perhaps having her in my office with me wasn’t the best idea. Too often her scent would tantalize me or she’d move, and I’d look up to see her stretching her arms overhead or biting her plump bottom lip while she was deep in thought. All of it felt like a seduction even though she was simply doing her work.

“I have the report, sir.”

Jesus, I really wanted to tell her to call me Chase. “Okay.” I reached out my hand to take the report. “While I read this, I’ve sent you some spreadsheets. I need the data organized and analyzed. The instructions are with it.”

“Yes sir,” she said handing me the report. She leaned over my desk giving me a peek at the swells of her tits. Her skin was creamy soft looking. I nearly groaned at the thought of running my tongue over her skin.

I opened the report as she went to her desk. Immediately I was impressed by the time she took to format and organize it. I fanned the pages and noted she included pictures of the resort that she must have found online.

The question was, did she have a sound marketing plan? As I read through it, I realized she did. Clearly, she’d researched the marketing tactics we used for our other resorts and referenced some of them in her report. But she’d also had a few new ideas. Some I didn’t think would work, but others had me wondering why we weren’t doing them already. I’d have to talk to Dan Larson about that.

“Good work, Sara,” I said when I finished reading it. “You’re very thorough and clearly have a good sense of marketing psychology.”

Her smile was wide and grateful, like I’d given her gift. It was odd. Hadn’t anyone ever praised her before?

She went back to her work. Needing a break from my constant irritating yet titillating response her proximity, I decided to go talk to Dan about her marketing plan. I probably should have brought her with me, but my goal was to put some distance between us. I’d arrange for her to meet with him later.

When I got back, Sara wasn’t at her desk, but she’d left a note for me saying she’d gone to lunch with Alex.

Good. I needed time alone in my office. I definitely needed to rethink having her share an office with me.

She returned and immediately got back to work. As the end of the day neared, she looked up from her desk. “I have that analysis, if you like to check it.”

“Alright.” I rose from my desk and went to hers. I stood next to her, leaning over to look at her laptop screen. I reviewed the data, and then used the mouse to scroll down.

“I wasn’t sure how you wanted the data organized, so I did it by date here and by category here,” she said, reaching for the mouse. Her hand brushed mine, and I felt a zap of electricity straight to my dick. I jerked my hand back. She clicked on another sheet and the data came up reorganized by category.

“But then I saw that this resort had different areas like the hotel and golf course. I wasn’t sure if you wanted the data divided between each of them by date or category too.” She pointed to the screen. “It shows overall good profits, but when you break it down, the hotel is doing a lot better than the golf course.”

She was right.

“But I’m not sure how to organize data within data.”