The O Intention(11)
I frown. Is he offering me a bribe? I ponder the idea of asking him for thousands of dollars, but quickly remember I have an addiction to books and vodka, so having extra cash to splurge on those things won’t be good for my health. “Unless you can somehow disappear so I never have to see you again, I highly doubt it.” I push myself to my feet and straighten out my uniform with the palms of my hands. “Don’t worry. Our secret is safe with me.”
It’s not like I’d blab about it to everyone anyway. Gossiping about shitty sex is like sharing a birth story. Trust me. No one really wants to hear it.
Jesse’s face lights up in amusement; all previous concerns hidden behind it. “You are an extremely difficult woman to satisfy.”
“Ha, please!” I lean forward so no one else can hear me. “You didn’t even try.”
The amusement fades from his face and is replaced by the sexiest scowl I’ve ever seen. With the smallest smile, I turn away from him and head back to the bar.
Jesse
I stare after her, my gaze zeroed in on the back of her head. Unintentionally, it drops low to her round backside and long legs. I catch myself watching and recalling last night. Granted, it was hardly the best sex I’ve ever had. Not even close, but at least it got the job done. Sex with a stranger isn’t something I do often, but when I do do it, I don’t go out of my way to please the woman. What’s the point? If they want to have sex with a stranger, maybe they should take it upon themselves to get off. Maybe the other person is extremely busy and doesn’t have time for foreplay and dirty talking. To be honest, a one night stand is more awkward, than passionate. It always has been, and anyone who tells you otherwise, is probably too inebriated to truly remember it. I tap my index finger in an uneven rhythm against the table top. I should make it up to her.
No.
No, I shouldn’t.
There’s a line that has to be drawn here, especially since the employee/boss situation has come to light. However, she does seem quite frustrated by my… performance last night. I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to calm the waters and put the whole issue behind us. The last thing I need is a boisterous employee creating a shit storm out of nothing. Without a second thought, I launch myself out of my chair.
“Alix.” I call after her.
Her spine straightens and her head tilts back. Although she looks like a fully grown adult woman; twenty-eight I assume, her behavior is very much like a teenager, and the way she speaks… so forward and unfiltered. I’m surprised she even made it through the interview round. Then again, she didn’t have to be well mannered to make it. She’s very pretty. Her soft features and sweet, thin lips that quirk at the corners would have carried her straight through.
She turns around and I take note of her furrowed eyebrows as she places her hands on her hips. Her dark eyes narrow in on my face, and I know exactly what she’s doing. I’m not unfamiliar with the look. When you’re in a business like mine, everyone wants everybody to know they can’t be messed with… even the bar staff apparently.
“I’m not comfortable having this rift between us. As an employer, I’d like all my staff to be comfortable and relaxed in the workplace.” I can’t believe I’m about to do this. “Let me make it up to you. Lunch. Tomorrow. At L’Oran down the street.”
Alix stares at me, blankly, for a few seconds before her hands finally fall away from her hips.
“A lunch date?” she asks, and I see the confusion clearly on her face.
“A lunch meeting,” I clarify, not wanting to associate the word date with an employee. “Not a date.”
A mischievous smile pulls at her lips and she flicks her tongue along the bottom one. I feel my own brows pull in as her eyes scan me—from head to toe. Her obvious scheming ties my stomach in knots, but I can’t ignore the way my pulse climbs by the second. It’s the same way she looked at me last night, after I’d taken my clothes off. Suddenly, my throat is dry.
“I don’t think one lunch is going to cut it.” She tells me, matter-of-factly. “I take my orgasms—or lack thereof, in your case—quite seriously.”
Unable to help myself, I scowl at her. How one woman can be so blunt is beyond me. I don’t think I’ve met anyone so in control of what they want. Most people tend to step around others, worried about hurting their feelings or coming across the wrong way, but I don’t think Alix cares. My first impression so far, is that she’s a beautiful woman, content with what she has and what she does. She’s a woman who isn’t afraid of showing her true colors, regardless of how obnoxious they may seem, and she is definitely not afraid of her sexuality or sharing it with others.