Double Dealing

Of course, her ability to assist me is really what I should be after, but if a woman walks
into your office looking like a wet dream, you seriously consider hiring her. It was a total bonus
that Carly has all the credentials I need.
More than just that, she was overqualified. I should feel bad about it, but I’ve never been
happier about the market pushing a smart young woman inside my office.
“When is she starting?” Scott asks.
“Monday.” My whiskey refill arrives, and I sip it. The more I drink of the stuff, the better
it tastes. I never really like whiskey when I start out, but by the end of the night, I always love it.
“So, I’m going to see her around, then?” Scott asks.
“For sure,” I say. “You’ll see what I mean. Seriously, I would take her.”
Scott chuckles and sips his own whiskey. His dark hair flops into his face, and his green
eyes are hungry as he looks women up and down like he is trying to picture them naked.
We work together. Scott is involved in my HR department, and thanks to him, a lot of
things go right with Raven Publishers. My publishing company is doing well enough for
investors to get on board and a lot of it has to do with Scott.
Of course, the board has been acting rather mutinous as of late, but that has nothing to do
with him. Hell, without him they’d just mutiny and chop my head off. Figuratively speaking.
But Scott’s more than just my HR man. He is my best friend and my wingman since
college. We had the same interests from the start: sports, alcohol, and women. The latter, we talk
about shamelessly. When we come across a hot piece of ass, we are more than willing to share.
It sounds bad, but hey, what are best friends for?
“Does she look like the type that will let you fuck her?” Scott asks.
I nod. “I can’t tell for sure. You know how uptight some of them are, but I think so. She
caught me staring at her tits, and she arched her back instead of blushing.”
Scott nods. “You know I’m gunning for her too, right?” he asks.
I laugh. “Not if I get there first. But when has that ever stopped you?”
Scott shrugs. “It’s my genetic makeup, man. I can’t help it,” he says, flashing me a grin.
“But I read her files. What the hell is she doing as a secretary?”
“Who knows?” I reply, and now’s my turn to shrug. “Stanford, graduated magna cum
laude…She should be aiming for VP, not secretary. But, hey, it’s not like I’m complaining.”