Sleeping With the Boss(2)
“Whatever, come on. Get in.” Connie pulled the blankets back. Heather tucked the blankets under her chin. She heard movement ‘round the house then the sound of her friend joining her in bed.
“We’ll talk about your boss and everything tomorrow. Good night, Heather.”
“Night, Connie.”
Ever since they were kids, Heather, Connie, Ashley, and Amber had been the best of friends. Unlike most friends who grew apart as they aged or went to college, they hadn’t. All of them had gone to the same college even though they took different courses. Their friendship remained thick even as their parents tried to pull them apart. They never went a week without seeing each other. Her three friends were her true family. She had an older brother, Elijah, whom she rarely spoke to. He was usually off doing his own thing.
They had made a pact to be best friends forever. They wore the necklaces and had stuck to the pact during thick and thin. Heather loved them. She closed her eyes thinking about Julian. He was a big problem, and her feelings for him were an even bigger problem.
On Monday morning she needed to figure out a plan to get over him. Being love-sick for a man who’d never look at her twice was downright depressing.
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Julian watched Heather with her three friends up to the point of leaving. He was there with Krissy, his current girlfriend of the moment. She bored him with her constant pouting. A couple of his business associates kept looking toward the dance floor. He knew they were looking at his personal assistant. She should have been seated with him for the informal meeting, but he’d not asked her to attend. Instead, he’d sent her on her merry way while he tried to broker a deal without all the formality of meetings in boardrooms.
“Isn’t that your assistant?” Bill asked.
“Yes.” Julian clenched his teeth together. When the four women left he felt so relieved. Krissy’s perfume was giving him a headache. Her hand stroking his thigh made him want to vomit. Heather was driving him crazy. He knew hiring her over three years ago had been a mistake. She’d not long finished college, and he’d spotted her in the enemy’s den, which happened to be a rival firm. He’d swooped in and offered her a job.
Her presence in his life had been refreshing. He also found he liked watching the sway of her hips along with the shape of her ass as she walked away from his desk. Her perfume always turned him on first thing in the morning when she handed him the mail. Work became a constant enjoyment. Except something had changed in the last few months. She’d become terse. Her time with him had become strained. She looked like she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
Downing the dregs of his whiskey, he excused himself from the table. Krissy wanted to dance while he wanted to find out what the problem was with his personal assistant. Her long brown locks had been pulled out of the tight bun she recently favoured. Watching her and trying to conduct business had been difficult. He shook the glass at the bartender for a refill. Glancing back at the table he saw one of the men feeling Krissy up. Julian couldn’t help but chuckle. Their relationship was coming to an end. Her constant whining and demands were starting to gnaw at him
“Here you go, mate,” the bar-man said as he handed him his drink.
“Thanks.” Julian pulled a note of his wallet for him. He waited for his change. “Did you know those women who were standing by the bar?” he asked. Julian had no idea why he asked, but he wanted to find out more about the woman who’d been working for him for some time.
“In case you haven’t seen, this place is crawling with crowds of women.”
“Four women together. All of them beautiful and with fuller figures that make them stand out in a crowd. Three of them wore business suits while the other wore jeans?”
Why don’t you shut up, Julian?
“You mean Connie and her crowd?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, Connie, Ashley, Amber and Heather. They come in here most Friday nights and Sunday mornings. They like to have lunch. I know them well.”
“And you are?” Julian asked.
“I’m Wade Sear. I own this place.”
Julian reached over and shook the man’s hand. “It’s a great place you’ve got here. Any clues on what the women were talking about?” Julian waited. He needed to know what was going on with Heather.
“I don’t know, man. They were talking about work or something. Usually, we’d talk for a while, but they know on Fridays I can’t help them. It is too busy.”
“Okay. Thanks for the drink. Here, this is my card. Give me a call if you ever want to think of expansion.” He handed his card over, took his drink, then made his way over to the table. Krissy looked ready to bolt with the guy sitting to her left. By the end of the night he knew she’d be free and on her way. The piece of jewellery he’d gotten Heather to buy lay in his jacket pocket.