looked over her head as a blonde chick with huge tits glanced my way and winked.
“Oh no you don’t.” Gabi jumped onto her chair and grabbed my face with both of her hands. “Look at me.”
“I am looking at you,” I said in a deliberately bored tone while trying to look through her so I could see Big Tits.
“Lex!” Gabi smacked me on the side of the face. “Focus, stop thinking with your downstairs, let the blood go up.”
I burst out laughing. “I think you’re confused on what that would actually mean . . . Up is—”
She covered my mouth with her hand, and I noticed that pink highlighter lined her index finger, which smelled like strawberries. Of course it did.
Her green eyes widened. “I can’t meet with the male clients and coach them and—”
I rolled my eyes and removed her hand. “Gabi, I’ll train you this week. How hard can it be? They’re nerds looking for other nerds so they can have baby nerds, who will produce more nerds who will probably one day create enough robots to bring about the apocalypse.” I left out that training included testing her seduction skills as well as a few other things I was pretty sure that, given the chance, she would rather die than actually follow through with. One way or another, I was going to get her to quit. At least I dangled hope in front of her so then in the end, when she backed out, it would be all on her, completely her decision. See? I was a total gentleman when I wanted to be.
I started walking away, but Gabi jumped onto my back like a monkey, her feet digging into my sides. “Stop!”
I leaned my head back, smacking her in the jaw.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry!”
“No you’re not!”
“How the hell do you know?” We were starting to gain an audience. “Get off of me!”
“Not until you promise I don’t have to whore myself out!” she hissed.
An employee looked in our direction. Great.
I lowered my voice while simultaneously trying to loosen her legs from my waist. “You aren’t whoring, you’re helping. Big difference, Gabi, believe me.”
I turned my head just as she leaned down, and her lips brushed against my ear.
I froze.
She froze.
Time stood still.
I took two deep breaths. “This is the job, Gabi. If you can’t do it, I’ll find someone who can and will.” And there it was, the perfect plan. I could fire her for refusing to do her job, and we’d both go our separate ways. Being next to her strawberry-scented skin was already driving me to the edge of my sanity, and I’d always prided myself on being hard to break.
Until Gabi.
“Nope.” She pinched my neck. “Ian owns half the company. He’ll simply—”
“Will that always be your excuse, then? Your fallback plan? You’re always going to have Ian to bail you out when things get hard?”
Her breath hitched.
Gotcha, Sunshine.
“That’s what I thought. Look, I’m tired, and I need sex, so if you aren’t offering then please get the hell off my back and go home.”
She slid down my body. I could feel her perky breasts waving good-bye while my teeth clenched with irritation.
I turned around and grinned wickedly. “You start tomorrow.”
Gabi’s cheeks turned red. I was betting on her backing out. She should, after all; she was innocent, hardly dated—hell, my grandmother had more sexual experience than Gabi.
A turtle had more experience.
We shared a best friend, and when drunk, our mutual friend explained why he was so protective of our dear, lovely Gabi. Virgin. She was a freaking virgin.
Which basically meant she was going to crash and burn, and I was going to document every damn thing and then tell Ian she had to find somewhere else to work.
Perfect plan?
Hell yes.
“That is, unless”—I winked—“you want to start tonight.” I licked my lips and tilted my head. “My record is forty-eight seconds . . . Bet you’d only take twenty.”
A book flew by my head.
Guess that was my answer.
“You know . . .” I rocked on my heels. “There’s always McDonald’s. Let me call in a favor, Gabs. You don’t belong with Wingmen Inc.”
Her nostrils flared. “I need this job, Lex. It’s the only job that pays me enough to be able to—”
My eyebrows shot up. “Able to what, Gabs? Buy more shoes? It’s not like you haven’t already paid for your tuition.”
“Bastard!” she screeched, tossing another book in my direction. I ducked. “Did you hack my school account again?”
“Me?” I shrugged innocently. “Honestly,