… because after all, this is erotica. And teasing is what it’s all about.
Nathaniel laughed and rolled his eyes. He reached for the door, only to have it jump at him and nail him directly in the nose. He yelped and jumped back, put a hand over his nose. He looked to find that Emmy was standing there, horrified.“Oh, my God, Nathaniel!” she said. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know you were there! You’re going to fire me aren’t you?”
There was a grandiose thump from behind them and they spun around to find Victor had been laughing so hard he fell over in the chair and was now currently sprawled across the floor, still laughing and gasping for air. Nathaniel found himself starting to laugh, and Emmy put a hand over her mouth to try and stop the laughter, but it was useless.
Nathaniel walked back and helped his brother off the floor, righting the chair. He took the files from Emmy’s hands and put them on Victor’s desk, and then held the door open for Emmy to walk back out of the room and closed the door. “I can’t fire you,” he explained. “Victor is your boss, not me. And since you just made him laugh so hard he fell out of a chair, your job is safe. For now.”
“For now,” she smiled.
“Look, Emmy,” he said. “I think you’ve figured out we’re a pretty unconventional office here, and most of the usual rules of business are kind of out the window.”
“It’s not every day a CEO falls off his chair laughing about what just happened.”
“True,” Nathaniel said, touching his nose. “Look, I was wondering if you’d like to maybe go out to dinner with me.”
Her eyes grew wide with shock. “Um… I…”
“You can think about it,” he said. “I know it’s kind of weird and–”
“Um, Nathaniel, I…” She looked confused and he could almost feel his chance with this woman galloping away. “Dinner?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
She took a short breath. “Alright, yes. Dinner.”
“Friday?” Nathaniel asked.
She thought for a minute. “Friday would be fine.”
“Great, and I know this great little club we can go to afterward, Imperial?”
Emmy started choking again. He patted her on the back. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! I would never take anyone there on a first date. That’s at least a second date.”
She looked at him, and suddenly he couldn’t look away from her eyes. She seemed trapped by him as well. They stared at each other, the tension rising between them. He found himself panting, his lips dry.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him into his office.
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