See Me .(29)

She stuffed a bite of pancake into her mouth and muffled, “For your information…mmmm, oh my God, Sean. This is so good. Yeah, for your information, I don’t check out your butt. I know guys like you are used to having women fawn all over you, ogling your muscles and…package, but I don’t do that. At least, I don’t do that to you. Did you make any bacon?”

The phenomenal pancakes always made him feel better. Sean swallowed and took a drink of milk. “I would have, but you didn’t have any. What do you have planned today?”

“We have a big shoot at two. It’s a camping theme. Carl has a cabin about an hour from here in the woods. We’re going to do some of the shots there. I don’t usually go to a lot of the sets, but I like to go to his cabin.”

Sean wiped his mouth with the paper towel he’d folded next to his plate. “Oh, okay. That sounds cool.”

Every time she shifted in the seat, her tits did a mesmerizing jiggle. His gaze was drawn to the two hard pebbles situated dead center in the teardrop shapes. They were fucking gorgeous, and not only did his mouth want to latch on to them, but his cock wanted to rut the shit out of them too. It was past ten o’clock, so the boner he sported didn’t qualify as morning wood.

“What are you going to do?” she asked. “It is Saturday, you know? Got a hot date?”

With my Legos. “Right. No, I’m going to hit the gym and go to the bookstore. There’s a book on investments I want to pick up. There might be some new ideas for your revenue. I was thinking about that this morning. You could really do a lot with the market if you wanted to.”

She plunked another pancake on her plate. He loved how she liked to eat. Most of the women he dated, if that was what you could call it, ate lettuce-minus-the-everything. “Sounds exciting.” The twinkle in her eyes matched her sweet smile. “What would you think about taking a look at my books? I mean, you’re more than qualified, and I trust your judgment a hell of a lot more than Thomas’s. What do you say?”

I trust you…

“Sean? Yoo-hoo, earth to Sean.”

“Huh, oh yeah, sure. I’ll take a look at them for you.”

She dabbled at the leftover syrup on her plate. “I’ll pay you if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t expect anything for free. I understand that you work for my company. I’d never take advantage of that. If you’re interested, you could come by tonight. If you have time.” He watched her hands fold and refold the napkin. “If you don’t, I understand. It’d be a Saturday night, and guys like you… Well, you probably have women—”

“I told you I was going to be reading. And what do you mean ‘guys like me’? Guys who do porn for cash, or guys who’ve been in jail?” Suddenly, his idea of a romantic breakfast didn’t sound so romantic after all. Was that how she really saw him? Like everyone else?

She rubbed her forehead and picked up the glass of milk he’d set in front of her plate. Her eyes darted across to him, then back to the glass. She set it back down. “I didn’t mean it like that. I promise. I just meant…”

It seemed like her hands distracted her from completing a thought. “Look, it’s cool, I get it. Women like you don’t go for guys like me.”

That made her hands still. “What?”

“I get it. You, you’re all business. An educated woman and built like you are… Girls like you and guys like me usually don’t mix.”

If she was a cartoon bull, he would have seen steam puffing out of her flared nostrils. But she wasn’t. She was all pissed-off female.

“What do you mean built like me? Listen, you…you…” The scrape of the chair on the floor confirmed she wasn’t only done with breakfast, but he feared she was done with him too.

For some reason, he didn’t give a shit if she fired him; he just didn’t want to stop seeing her. Shit. “What I mean is—”

The finger pointing in his face was making him either want to tip the table over or toss her on it. He was still debating. “What you mean is that fat girls don’t deserve hot guys. That’s what you mean, Sean.” Now the slender finger wasn’t only pointing in his direction but nudging his bare chest. “Well, I’ve got news for you, stud, we deserve not only hot guys, but nice ones too, ones that can make pancakes and love our dogs.”

He looked down at Penelope, who was giving him an apologetic stare. He wasn’t sure if it was to confirm that she’d get another pancake or apologize for her mistress’s outburst.