never make an ass outta myself, especially with women.” Visions of Ashley moving her sweet behind against him on the dance floor flashed through his mind. “Besides, every woman has a sexy and needy side to her. That’s just the way they tick.”
“Ashley’s only need is to excel in her career. We’re going to offer her a partnership with the firm, but don’t tell her that.”
“So the chick’s all work and no play?” Smokey wondered what Zach would think if he’d seen his star employee swaying to the music in his arms the other night.
“That’s Ashley in a nutshell. You’ll be impressed by her work—she can deliver.”
I bet she can. Thoughts of ripping off her skirt and bending her over his desk raced across his mind. “I’m sure she’s impressive.”
“Just make sure you don’t overstep here—I know how you are with the ladies.”
“I don’t fuck chicks who work for me. I got plenty outside of my business to keep me
satisfied.”
Zach laughed. “I don’t doubt that you do. I also don’t think you’re ever going to settle
down.”
“Why the hell would I do that when I’m having so much fun?” Smokey heard a few
clicks over the phone.
“I’ve got to get this incoming call, bro. Let’s talk again soon,” Zach said.
Smokey put the phone on the desk and then slowly swiveled around in his chair and looked out the window at the mountains. I’m betting all-work Ashley needs a real good fucking. The memory of how soft she felt in his arms made him shift in the chair. And I’d like nothing better than to release all that pent-up sexual frustration. He let the fantasy of him buried inside her play in his mind for a few seconds, then he pushed up from the chair and shook his head. That’s never gonna happen.
Smokey had been bullshitting Zach: his rule was to keep his work life separate from his personal one. There had been a few women who’d worked for him in the past who’d been tempting as hell, but he always kept his distance. And there was no way he’d break his rule with Ashley. Even though her smartass sassiness was refreshing, he wouldn’t go there.
“Are you busy?” Sabrina asked as she stood in the doorway.
Smokey looked over his shoulder at her. “Not really. What’s up?”
The receptionist walked into the office, her pink-tipped fingers tugging at the hem of her snug top so as to reveal even more cleavage.
“That woman left early. Isn’t she supposed to stay until five o’clock?” Sabrina’s hazel eyes flashed.
Regret spread through him for the umpteenth time since he’d hired Sabrina against his better judgment. He knew she had a crush on him ever since they’d made out at one of the club parties a couple of years before. At the time, they’d been heading to his room to fuck when they passed by Klutch who’d yelled at Sabrina to get her ass out of the clubhouse. Klutch had told Smokey that she was his cousin and she shouldn’t even be at the party. After that, Smokey kept his distance until Sabrina had come to him begging for a job. She’d said Klutch was cool with it, and after Smokey confirmed that, he’d hired her as a receptionist and had been regretting that move ever since. Whenever a new girl started working in the office, Sabrina gave her attitude, and even though she’d been dating AJ for a couple of years, she still acted like she wanted Smokey.
“Did you hear me? I said she didn’t do any work and left early. Oh … and she was late coming in this morning. I really don’t think she’s going to work out.” The redhead had both hands on her hips as she stood rooted to the spot, glaring.
“Fuck, Sabrina, just chill. Ms. Callahan’s here to do the marketing campaign—she’s not a nine-to-five employee.” He rose to his feet, scooped up his phone, and shoved it into the front pocket of his jeans. “And even if she were, all you need to care about is yourself.”
Sabrina’s face softened. “I’m just trying to help because you’re gone from the office so much. I think you need to know what’s going on while you’re not here.” She dropped her hands down and took a few steps toward him. “You know I care about you.”
“Don’t.” Smokey switched off his computer and fixed his eyes on hers. “I’ve never liked snitches.”
The color in her face drained. “I’m not a snitch—you must know that.”