Head.
thats what she said
his boss
she was on the fourth floor had a
small officecould have had a larger one
it had a bank of windows that
looked into the treetops the branches leaves birds
dark trees like silver
in a mirror
they distinctly definitively reflected the office in their glass
she took it for that reason
and for the private bathroom off it
she faced the windows
when seated to
meet with her ones back was to them
the intimacy of the room was intimidating squared cubed possibly
tessersacted
not
that he was
he
was the joker in the deck that the other execs would have preferredwanted to
have lost but she was keen on him
He tells me the truth, no matter.
he didnt prettify it
like him she took her coffee
black her whiskey neat
he
respected her
now
if only she wasnt so goodlooking
he worked for her for three years
Three years, three months, three
days. she said when she called
downstairs and told him to come up before he left for the day
Yabetcha boss
he rapped on the solid wood door
she had the hollow one replaced
he
couldnt hear beyond it
it SWUNG in
Katy bar the door she was imposing sixfoot stood before him right hand high on it
I thought you forgot.
No Put to bed a latecomer before heading up Figured you prefer I did not let it linger
till morning I also preferred
Whas
up boss
she stepped rightpushed the door
wide let him in
entering he said Queer Always so queer
What’s queer?
You sit with your back to the
door
Nobody comes in who’s not
invited.
Yah Theres tha
Pour us three fingers. I’ll be
out in a moment.
on the credenza to his left against
the brick wall matched her red oak Scandinavian
desk was a silver platter a Waterford
decanter stopper two Waterford tumblers
only ever two
as he finished pouring
she returned was in arms reach when he
turned
she piled her hair into a bun at
the back of her head
taking the glass from him she
held it in both hands
Three
years?
I said
You said three three three
It’s been.
Ifya hadnt said I woudnt have
known
Thaswhy youre the boss
The
boss.
I believe . . after hiring you . . .
you’ve not called me by my name since.
No
You know my name.
I do
she moved the tumbler to her left
hand their glasses opposite
Tell me my name.
Rianna
Thank you.
Cin Cin, alla nostra
salute.
To your health
they tapped glasses a pretty sound took a sip
Delicious
Redbreast.
Fifteen
Twentyone.
Whas the occasion
You calling me by my name.
Youre funny
I’m serious.
backpedaling she walked to her
desk
he went to go to a chair opposite
her
No.
Here. she rested her fingertips on a crisp sheet of
paper
as he came around the desk she
deftly turned it so he could read
when he finished he lifted his head
Rianna
Yes. No more boss.
At least, not again,
for another week week and a half. If you’re interested. To continue to work with me.
he stepped to herfacing her they were side by side
he halfturned looked out the windows
in their glass he looked at them Look
she turned her head
her profile was devastating
Look at us.
the glass reflected himswitched his Redbreast to his lefthis body to hershis hand cup her ass
he quit looking when he kissed her
she
sighed
she kissed him deeper
he was pretty damn sure their
images burned themselvesetched themselves in the glasses memory
what he saw in
them that ensued was burned into his
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