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The Offer
Chapter 7 of "Where There's Heat"
Brian's POV
“So how was he?” Cynthia hands me a latte, her ticket to being a prying bitch.
“Fuck you,” I glare at her as I pop the lid off the steaming liquid. I’d toss it at her, but I need the fucking caffeine.
“Sadly, it wasn’t me you were fucking,” she giggles as she heads for the door.
“I’m not discussing this,” I bark.
“When does he start?”
I’m slow to meet her satisfied gaze.
“A week from Monday,” I answer evenly.
Cynthia smiles and nods as she leaves my office, I grit my teeth and almost crush the coffee cup in my right hand.
**
The thing is, I didn’t mean to offer him the job. I was a little drunk, we’d just fucked for the fourth time, he was panting and sweaty and smiling and ready for round five. I just got…I don’t know, caught up in the moment or some shit.
And it wasn’t even just the sex. It was everything about him. The kid is actually smart, really smart. We had killer sex, but also decent conversation. We ended up talking about this bitch of campaign I’ve been working on at 4 in the morning and he had some really decent ideas.
That was when I blurted it out.
***
Five hours earlier…
“Those were good ideas,” I toss the storyboard on the floor, staring at the notes I just made all over it.
“I know,” he smiles and lays back, pulling the dark sheet over his pale body. I sink onto the bed and hover over him.
“You could work in advertising,” I say in a low, knowing voice as I grind my hips into his.
“I might just do that,” he chuckles before he pulls my head down for a kiss.
He has this tongue, it’s thick and long and very well educated. Some fairy back in Pittsburgh to thank for that no doubt. Hell, it’s probably some jackass I schooled a decade ago when I was just out of college and still living there.
I pull back a little and look at his clear blue eyes, innocent and injured and full of himself.
“Well I guess I can’t let you go to the competition,” I sigh.
He runs his hands up my arms and lets his hands come to rest on my neck, “No, you wouldn’t want to do that.”
“So when can you start,” I roll away from him and light a cigarette. I need the nicotine high.
“Next week?” He’s trying not to jump for joy, I have to commend him for that.
“Monday then,” I nod and turn my head to look at him.
“We haven’t discussed salary or relocation or anything,” he blurts out practically. With his hair matted to his forehead and his body all sweaty and ripe from hours of sex, it seems there are better times to discuss his career. And yet, here we are.
“No relocation, Junior position, 40K to start with full benefits. You’d be an idiot not to take it.”
“I was hoping for more like 50,” he sets his jaw and tries not to shake. It can’t be easy playing hardball over your salary when you just got done whoring yourself out to your new boss. I kind of admire the kid.
“43 and not a penny more. And if you don’t show me you’re worth it in the first week, you’re fucking gone.”
He nods and then this brilliant, triumphant smile totally takes over his whole face. I simply roll my eyes and go back to my cigarette.
He leans over and kisses my chest, gliding his tongue close to my nipples and nipping at the taught skin. I lean back and try to think of anything besides my newest employee.
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