Page 14 of The Substitute
But damn if I don’t want her.
“And why, pray tell, are you unhappy?”
I shake my head. “Enough chitchat for today. Let’s get to work.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, standing and striding out to her desk.
I need to stay focused, keep my hands to myself, and make sure she doesn’t want to quit.
* * * *
“Maya,” I begin as I step through the doorway after my late-morning meeting. “Will you please pull the Sullivan file?”
“Sure,” she says, pausing in whatever she was typing.
I’ve been doing this all morning. Making excuses to see her. If it wasn’t so absurd, I’d be amused.
She opens the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet and thumbs through the files.
“Douglas or Annette Sullivan?”
“Annette.”
She pulls it out and crosses to me, offering me the folder. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Hey, I’m going to order lunch today since I’m swamped here. You want some?”
“What are you ordering?”
“Whatever you want. I’m easy.” She snickers. “Well, I’m not easy. Oh, you know what I mean.”
“There is never a dull moment with you here, Maya.” She lights up at that. “A turkey sandwich sounds good. There’s a deli downstairs. They’ll deliver up to us.”
“Perfect, I’ll get that ordered.”
Twenty minutes later, Maya walks into my office and sets a paper bag on my desk. “Lunchtime.”
“Mm,” I reply, reading something on my computer.
“You know, a simple thank you goes a long way with assistants. At least, that’s what I’m told. This is the first time I’ve been one.”
I glance up at her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She grins and turns to walk out. My gaze immediately falls to her perfect ass and the way it sways back and forth as she moves in that dress.
I think how easy it would be to shimmy the linen up to her hips, bend her over my desk, and drive myself inside her.
With a jerk, I pull the sandwich out of the bag and take a bite, hearing Maya laughing at her desk.
I frown, stand, and cross the room, wondering if someone stopped by the office, but she’s on her personal cell phone.
“It’s nice to meet you, Andrew. Stella mentioned she was going to give a friend my number. Oh, that’s sweet. Tonight?”
I immediately scowl. Someone is asking her out for tonight?
“Actually, I believe I’m free. Sure, dinner sounds good.”