And she was as good as unemployed.
Sex with Camilla was extremely good. So good that as soon as she climbed off his lap, her absence bothered him, and he had to resist the urge to tug her back. He’d wait, he supposed, until he got another erection, which given how turned on she had made him, should not be very long. So he sat there, replete, as she turned her back and started dressing.
That was too bad. Putting her clothes back on and all. He tugged the used condom off, knotted the end, and tossed it into the waste container.
“Do you have to get dressed?”
“Eventually.”
“Now, I mean.”
She glanced at the door to the cockpit as the plane took a dip that almost knocked her off her feet. She slapped his hands away as he went to steady her.
“There’s still a lot of time left to the flight,” he pointed out with a smile.
“Zip up your pants, boss man,” she said. “The fantasy’s over. Time for real life.”
After a second, he did so, sorry she was in such a hurry.
She picked up the discarded pearls, but instead of putting them on again, opened the overhead and stuffed them into a pocket of her computer bag, along with the panty hose she didn’t bother to put back on, either.
“This is all your fault,” she said, buttoning her shirt. “Well, not all your fault. But mostly your fault.”
“What is?”
“Our having sex, which means I won’t be able to keep this job.”
“Because we had sex?”
“Hello. Yes.”
“Why?”
“For one thing because this is a public company, and a CEO can’t have sex with an underling. I’m sure it’s against a million HR policies. But you’re not firing me.”
“Right. I got that.”
“I quit.”
“What? Why? I mean, are you sure that’s necessary?”
“What else should I do? Just have sex with you whenever you’re reminded you need to have it?”
Again, he could spot a trick question. So he said, instead, “I don’t want you to quit.”
“Because you want to have sex with me?”
“Yes.”
She scowled. He’d walked right into that one.
“And I want you around, too. I like you. I think.”
“You have a screw loose,” she muttered. “But then so do I for what I just did.”
“You climaxed, though,” he noted. “And call me Mason by the way.”
“Yep, Mason, I came. But it wasn’t worth giving up my job.”
“Again, I’m not so sure we need to concede that. When we land, I’ll call Marcia.”
“You will not!”
“Of course I will. I always do when I touch down after a flight.”
“Fine, but you won’t tell her about this.”
“If I don’t, how can I ask her whether it’s necessary for you to quit?”
“I don’t need her to tell me I have to quit. I know I do. This is so not how this is supposed to go.”
“How is it supposed to go?”
She sat down across from him, deflated. “I’m supposed to prove to you what a brilliant legal mind I have, and you’re supposed to quickly learn I’m indispensible and give me stock options that will make me rich.”
“I could give you stock options.”
“And then, maybe, just maybe, after working together a few years when I’m well established and don’t have anything to prove—and you learn to dress properly—then, then maybe you can discover you’re in love with me and ask me to marry you.”
“I don’t believe in falling in love.” The only reference he’d ever heard to it growing up was his mother saying that it was an invention to sell products, and he hadn’t seen anything since then that had convinced him otherwise. Not that he was really looking.
“You don’t believe in love. Yeah, that’s a big shocker there. But that’s how it’s supposed to go. Not you being a, well, like you are and cold-bloodedly saying you want to have sex with me the first day and me drinking one too many scotches because I’m so freaked out about that and then you being so hot with your role-playing and your kissing and your touching me that I actually wind up having sex with you on my first day.”
The drinking one too many scotches bothered him, and he felt duty bound to ask, “Was your judgment impaired?”
“Yes,” she snapped, then buried her head in her hands. “No. Not enough to matter. I did it.”
“You shouldn’t feel so bad about sex,” he said softly.
“I don’t feel bad about sex.”
“Any chance we can have it again?”