Cherry Popper(25)

I walk toward his assistant's desk and half-smile. Since it was a woman I heard in that bathroom, I know the person with Mr. Willis earlier today wasn't his assistant, Peter. Besides, if he and his assistant wanted to go at it, they wouldn't need to use the company bathroom. They could just do it back here behind the opaque window. It's been the location of more than a few of my fantasies. Besides, I'm relatively sure that Peter isn't Duncan Willis's type, though Duncan may be Peter's.

"Peter, I need to speak to Mr. Willis."

He looks up from his computer. "Hi, Kimbra. Don't tell me you're firing people again."

My eyes widen. "The day is young."

"Oh, for such a pretty, young thing, you sure can be scary."

I push my shoulders back, hoping he's right. "Mr. Willis?"

Peter tilts his head toward the glass. "Go on in. He just got here. I doubt he's busy. But I warn you, something has him a little ticked this morning."

Just got here? Ticked? Thirty minutes ago he was on the first floor. Maybe banging some office slut in the bathroom threw off his schedule. Or maybe he's upset that it was interrupted.

Opening the door, I clear my throat. "Mr. Willis."