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Asking for a Friend Not Like Us
MARISSAWhat I was expecting from Layton Bridges, I didn’t know. He seemed nice enough in the interview, but I was so focused on getting a new job and then relieved when he said I had it that I hadn’t given too much thought to the kind of person he was.When I started working there, I noticed that he seemed like the type who worked hard but was well-liked enough and respected by his staff. I hadn’t given it much more thought until earlier, when he so rudely dismissed me from his office.Boy, what a dick. Bosses didn’t have to be nice. I knew that and I was fine with it. But when his dickish behavior started having an effect on my job though, I was not fine with it at all.As his accounting manager, I took my job seriously. I was new there and didn’t quite know the ropes yet, but I was damn proud of what I’d accomplished, despite my relative inexperience in his field.I hadn’t wanted to sit down with him to go over the numbers to get an acknowledgment or a pat on the head, I wanted to
Asking for a Friend Taking Care of Her
MARISSA “Nobody’s like us,” Denise smirked. “We’re awesome.” “Yeah, but I don’t think they would agree.” Denise was a cup of kindness and two cups of support poured into the shape of a woman, but my reality was my reality and I was starting to wonder if I made a mistake. “I’m not sure I ever should have taken this job.” The remnants of her smirk dropped from her lips. “Why not?” “I’m just not sure if I can work for him.” The way he treated me earlier was rude and dismissive. I hadn’t taken offense to it, but if that was the kind of person he was, I didn’t know if I wanted to put up with it either. “He’s a dick, end of story.” “No one likes their boss, though. They’re not supposed to be your friend,” Denise said. “Maybe he is a dick, but so be it. Let it bounce off.” “I’m your boss and your friend,” I pointed out, smiling as I joked. My day needed a spot of humor in it. “Or are you saying I’m a dick, too?” She stuck her tongue out at me, giggling. “If you had one, maybe you would
Asking for a Friend A New One
LAYTONCraig’s breath created a mist in the cold air. He walked up to me on our new, bare job site, thrusting a cardboard cup of what was hopefully coffee at me with his gloved hand. “Here. Got you this. You’re going to need it today, what with it being cold as balls on this empty fucking site.”“Thanks.” I gratefully accepted the coffee, holding it in both hands as I took a sip of the scolding hot liquid. It was rich and bitter, just the way I liked it. “You ready to get started?”He nodded, jerking his head in the direction of the street behind us. Car horns honked and I heard the beeping of a truck. “My guys are out there now bringing in the first loads of equipment. What are you doing here so early?”“Pacing out the site.” I told him. “I was counting the steps before you got here.”Craig smirked. “Again? Really? How many are you up to so far?”“Three hundred and eighty four,” I shrugged, stretching my arm out in front of me. “But I’ve only just started. I still have all that left
Asking for a Friend Enter At Your Own Risk
LAYTON“It’s January,” I reminded Craig. “You’ve got plenty of time, but yeah. I’ll make sure Mama Hammel can get something besides scented soap this year.”Craig laughed again. “It was lavender. She loves lavender.”“Let’s see if we can get her at least a full lavender bath set this year then,” I joked. “If you work hard enough, you might even be able to throw in some of those fizz ball things.”He nodded solemnly, then winked. “I will make it my personal mission to be able to afford fizz ball things by December. Speaking of being able to afford things, have you thanked that Marissa chick for all the money she saved you on this project?”“Ah, yes. Marissa.” The thorn in my side, at this point. The hot blonde who made my body betray my mind. My brain knew she didn’t belong at the company. I was still irritated that my father forced her on me, yet my cock took over my logic where she was concerned.The damn thing wanted into her. Badly.As much as my brain tried to protest that she did
Asking for a Friend Everything In It's Place
MARISSALayton B, the D, was pacing around outside my office. I saw him emerging from the side stairwell and it looked like he was headed to me until he stopped dead in his tracks. Why, I didn’t know.I had been quite sure he was looking for me, since he’d been walking purposefully in my direction, but now I wasn’t so sure. These were his offices, though. Surely he knew how to get to wherever he wanted to go, even if he did seem more than a little lost right now.Green eyes flickered across my work space. I could’ve sworn he stopped breathing when they did. Slowly, he seemed to be taking note of everything I had in here. Even from the distance I was at, I could practically see the tension rolling off him.Crap. Had I done something wrong? I couldn’t think of a single thing. I hadn’t had any interaction with him since I brought him the file with my plans and reports on the new project on Friday. Though he hadn’t wanted to discuss them with me, I knew they were solid.If I had done som
Asking for a Friend Human or Robot?
MARISSAIf Layton were to ask me to locate absolutely anything he could name that I had in here, I would’ve been able to find it in less than thirty seconds. I would’ve bet on it.He didn’t ask me for anything, though. He merely leaned with his hip against the wall, looking like he genuinely believed something might slither out and bite him.Layton crossed his arms. If I had to guess, I would say he was supremely uncomfortable. For some reason, that thought kind of thrilled me a little bit. To have any kind of effect on a man as put together as him was a win in my book.“You said you had something to discuss with me?” I asked, drawing his gaze to mine and away from my stuff. “Are you sure you won’t have a seat?”He shook his head. “I’ll only be a minute.”“Sure,” I took my seat, crossing my legs primly and straightening my spine. I had no idea why I did it, only that it made me feel a little bit more comfortable and powerful in his intimidating presence.My office was the size of a ma
Asking for a Friend Drawing Her
LAYTONIt was dark outside, the city lights twinkling beyond my office windows. Everyone else had long since gone home, but I was still in the office. The blueprints I was working on weren’t coming together to my satisfaction, and I was staying put until I was happy. I would never be able to switch my mind off otherwise.My pencil scratched against the heavy duty paper, the only non-electrical sound in the office. The lights hummed, creating a low droning in the air.For some reason, I was having trouble focusing on my work. Usually I got so completely immersed that everything else faded away, but that wasn’t happening for me tonight. Every line I drew seemed off, wrong somehow.Images of a certain buxom blonde kept creeping into my brain. A few times, I even caught myself sketching her flowing curls or the curve of her eyes. Marissa and I had spoken a few times since that day in her office more than a week ago, but our conversations were trivial. Seemingly unimportant. Yet every time
Asking for a Friend The Hunger
LAYTONTearing my eyes away from the deep blue of hers, I looked pointedly down at the paper spread out in front of me. “Blueprints. What about you? Why are you here so late?”Marissa shrugged, the upward movement of her shoulders slightly lifting the hem of her bright purple dress. The temperature in the office was mild despite the bitter cold outside. She seemed intent on taking advantage of it, dressing in clothes that revealed more than any winter attire had the right to much less than I was partly hoping her summer attire would.“There was too much work just sitting there on my desk and staring at me when the others left,” she said. “I couldn’t leave it all until tomorrow. I’m here to do my job, so I couldn’t leave when there was so much left to do.”Something we had in common. It wasn’t a welcome realization that we might share the same work ethic or anything else, for that matter. It was bad enough that she was so physically appealing and appeared to be smart and dedicated. I d
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