Beauty and the Boss - MINK Page 0,16
don’t think I can make it,” I admit. I point to my screen. “I need to go dress shopping for the event this Friday with Mr. Baxter.”
Kurt’s eyes bounce from my computer screen and back to me. “Wait. You’re going with him?”
“It’s not normal for him to sometimes go with his assistant?” I ask. I’ve been wondering how he handled the ones before me. The assistants everyone said were gone as quickly as they got here. Did he spank them, too? The thought sours my stomach, ruining the idea of any lunch. Mr. Baxter said only I tempted him to go further when he pressed his hard length into me. Did that mean he’d spanked others but he just never thought about doing more? I want more. I want it so badly that my body aches for it. The orgasm he gave me has only added fuel to whatever this is that’s growing inside me, and now he isn’t even here to help fix it.
“Liam isn’t known to take anyone to events, especially not his assistants. He has one friend and that’s Bradley.”
“He’s nice.” Extra flirty but nice. I think he flirts to get attention and laughs, which works for him. I’ve noticed he does it with a lot of the women around here. They laugh and think he’s funny, then watch him with hungry eyes when he walks away. I don’t think he cares for me much. He doesn't treat me like the other women, but he does give Mr. Grumpy Pants a few pets.
“Yeah, nice. That’s Bradley,” Kurt says with a touch of sarcasm.
He peeks at my screen again. “That store is across from the sushi place. Have lunch with me, then you can pop into the store and try some stuff on. You’ll need to be fitted anyway.”
“Oh, that’s a great idea!” I hop up from my chair. I reach into my desk and grab the black Amex card and my purse. I remember to forward the calls this time. What’s the point of being bad if no one’s here to punish you?
“He gave you his credit card?” Kurt walks beside me to the elevator.
“Yeah.” I get on with him as he hits the button to the bottom floor. “Is that weird?”
“It’s something.” He shakes his head. My cell phone rings again. I go for it, hoping it’s Mr. Baxter, but again my dad’s name comes up. I send him to voicemail. It rings again, so I send him to voicemail again. I don’t have time for whatever mind games he wants to play with me.
“You and the boyfriend having a fight?” Kurt winks at me. “Is he mad you’re going on a date with Mr. Baxter?”
“So it is a date?” I smile. Mr. Baxter said I could call it that but I still wasn't sure.
“This is?” He opens the door for me as we step out of the building.
My mouth forms an O. “This is a date?” I ask. Not good. This is kind of the same thing that happened with Mike, who actually hasn't emailed me in a few days.
I thought we were friends. He thought we’d been dating.
“Relax, Georgia, it’s just lunch and dress shopping.”
“You’re going dress shopping with me?” I thought he was just going to show me where the store was after lunch.
“You seemed worried over which to pick. I think I can help.” He takes my arm as we walk through the brisk air. “I’ll be at the event, too. My family always gets an invitation to the gala.”
“Oh.” I wonder if he’s figured out who my father is. I hope not. There’s a reason I don’t put that information out there.
Kurt leads me to the sushi place and orders for me before I can even look at the menu. My fingers twist with each other as we wait for the food. I know I’m going to see my father at the event. It’s the charity he hosts every year. I don’t hate the man. It’s hard for me to hate anyone. I always make excuses for him. At least that’s what July says. I’m mad at him, but I don’t think I hate him.
Kurt and I make small talk, though I kind of miss most of it. My mind is everywhere but on having lunch and being polite to Kurt. I hope I’m not coming off rude. One good thing comes out of this lunch--I realize I hate sushi. I get a to-go box and hope Mr. Grumpy Pants might