How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,13
my eyes were begging for another look at her ass.
I did a quick one-time scan.
Then I rolled my eyes.
Her dress from the bar was better.
It hugged her ass and hips a hell of a lot better than this one.
This was a professional dress for sure. Not the kind you’d wear to get what you wanted.
She really took this shit seriously.
Which was good.
In a way, it was why we worked good together.
She would keep the meetings on point, and when I spotted someone ready to yawn, I would stand up and do something crazy to boost the energy in the room.
It was a damn shame though that her time was limited here.
Trust me, the company would survive without Callie Moyer strutting down the hallways, talking shit behind my back, thinking she actually stood a chance at getting promoted higher up.
Sometimes I had no idea what she was thinking.
My last name was on the company header.
This entire thing was going to be mine sooner or later.
And Callie would be just fine.
Somewhere else.
I watched her standing at my desk.
“Go ahead, Callie,” I said. “Walk around the desk and sit down. Put your feet up. Wait, maybe you shouldn’t. You did say you don’t wear panties, right?”
She turned her head. “All the things I’ve told you and you’ve forgotten, but that’s what you remember?”
“When have I ever forgotten something?” I asked as I took a seat on what was Eddie’s couch.
Callie moved around my desk. “Do you remember the Garan deal?”
I waved my hand. “Relax…”
“You forgot their names,” Callie said. “You showed up half drunk from the night before.”
“For a running gear company,” I said.
“That netted the company how much? Seven figures?” Callie asked.
“That was pure luck,” I said.
“It was my work that did it,” she said. “Remember how I made a joke about you needing to work out and run?”
I looked left to right at my broad shoulders. “I think I’m working out just fine.”
“You’re such a bastard, Jackson. You really don’t care.”
“You know what I care about? The fact that you ran around the office like a teenage bitch who got their heart broken, spreading rumors about me.”
“Fuck you,” Callie said.
“Oh, look at that tongue go.”
Without a second to spare, Callie threw at me…
“You have no idea what this tongue can do.”
I leaned back and smiled, appreciating the banter between us. “Let’s find out. It can be my congrats gift from you.”
“Congrats for what?”
“For sealing that deal,” I said. “You had them bored. I thought Dicky was going to fall asleep. Christ, Callie, you need some pep in your step.”
“Yeah? Like this?”
She jumped up and down a few times, making her tits dance for me. Pressed so tight against the top of her dress. It was almost goddamn unfair.
“You know, you’ve said a lot of shit about me around here too,” she said. “It’s not attractive to see a guy so insecure.”
I laughed. “Insecure? Me? Have you met me? You’re the one wearing an adult diaper because you’re pissing yourself that I’m going to run this place and leave you in the dust. Where you belong.”
Callie put her hands on my desk. “Words, words, words, Jackson. I’m not some bimbo at a bar that you can sneak up on and smooth talk. You think you have a gift? You don’t. The gift is the alcohol that makes a woman think she wants you.”
“You’ve never let me try my gift on you, sweetie,” I said.
I slowly stood up.
Callie folded her arms.
Under her tits.
Fuck me…
I never despised someone so attractive before. It made my brain and cock battle each other like the Roman Empire fighting some foreign country.
I stepped toward my own desk.
Callie was still behind it.
Studying those wild, greenish eyes of hers.
I loved her eyes.
Because…
“You think your body is out of proportion,” I said.
Callie clapped her hands together. “Me and every woman in the world. Nice try, Jackson.”
She walked from behind my desk.
I side stepped.
“This means everything to you,” I said. “This office. This company. The promotion. You think it does. But it will never fill the void you have. That will be there no matter the money or success. That’s built in. That’s why you show off but never show up.”
“I don’t show up?” Callie asked.
“In the bedroom, sweetie,” I said. “It’s not a secret that there are cobwebs in the corners of the room… if you get what I’m saying.”
Callie curled her lip.
I had touched on a nerve for sure.
“You know what, Jackson? You wanted to have a drink, right?”