Page 7 of The Office Games

I plop down, and he sits next to me.

In moments like this, I feel comfortable around him, like we've known each other in another life.

That can't be possible, though. I would’ve lived in heaven, and he has a special spot in hell.

“Do you plan to fire anyone yet?” I ask.

“Not unless it's someone you suggest.”

“Henry in Accounting has been stealing an extra thousand every week for himself.”

“Why didn't you ever mention that to Mr. Adeleman?"

I shoot him a blank stare, and he laughs.

“Fair enough. I'll look into that. Anyone else?”

“Your personal assistant wants to sleep with you.”

“That's not a reason to fire her.”

“Just giving you a heads up,” I say. “Don't let her get too close.”

“Speaking of 'too close—’” He leans over and gently presses the mark on my neck.

“Who left this on you?”

“You sound jealous.”

“I am... New boyfriend?”

“Maybe,” I say, not wanting to let down my guard completely. “That’s why I only gave you two hours tonight.”

“Hmmm.” He walks to my kitchen like he’s done several times before, opening my cabinets like they’re his own and pouring wine.

Bringing the glasses back to the couch, he drapes an arm around my shoulder.

“Want to watch the last episode of thatMurder Docseries?”

“I thought we finished that last week.”

“There’s that one we skipped,” I say. “The coworkers who stabbed each other and then conspired to kill someone’s husband.”

“I’d rather watch aLaw & Order: SVUrerun.”

“Yeah, me too…” I pick up the remote and lean against him.

James’time is up two episodes later, so I escort him to my door.

“Don't forget about tomorrow,” he says, zipping his coat.

“Forget what?”

“How I want my coffee delivered on my desk every morning this week and beyond.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the least you can do in appreciation for me giving you such a generous raise.”