Free The Fantasy by Ella Frank

you.”
    While she stared at him, her white teeth bit into her cherry lip as she stood there, not saying a word.
    “That’s exactly why I won’t stay,” he said, letting his gaze drift down her body before he walked out the door, leaving her there speechless and watching after him.  
     
    ***

    Evan rapped on the door to Reagan’s office and waited for her to respond. It’d been a couple of days since their confrontation, and he’d noticed she’d been giving him a wider berth than usual. That was fine by him since he’d developed an unhealthy obsession with zooming in on the woman every time she was within eyesight, and he was not proud of the fact. So if she wanted to keep her distance, then she was doing him a favor in a way. Although his cock did not agree.
    “Come in,” she called from behind the closed door.  
    After pushing it open, he made his way inside with the information she’d requested. “ You were right about Stein,” he told her. “If they’re willing to drop the price point on their major products, then it will likely increase their sales.” Stopping behind one of the chairs opposite her desk, he frowned at her. “The hard part will be making them see it that way. ”
    Reagan leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands together. She contemplated his words for a moment and then gave an arrogant smile as she shrugged. “I don’t have to make them see it. I’ll just tell them the numbers and show the statistics and they’ll have no better option but to lower their prices. Win-win if you ask me.”
    He gave a slight nod and turned to leave, but her voice stopped him.  
    “Wait just a second. Have a seat.”
    Looking over his shoulder at her, he tried to gauge what the change in her tone signaled.  
    She cocked her head. “Please?”
    Reluctantly, Evan turned, made his way to one of the seats opposite her, and sat. Then rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and steepled his fingers in front of him as he waited for her to talk.  
    She crossed one leg over the other, but he refused to allow himself to look. He didn’t know if she was playing with him or if this was just her, but every little thing she did provoked him. Even the pen she was rolling back and forth between her fingers brought to mind her hands on him.
    “Evan,” she said. “I wanted to take a minute and ask how you’re settling in.”
    He hadn’t expected that to be the direction she’d take, but as he sat up straight and lowered his hands, he saw her eyes flick down to where they rested on his thighs before coming back to his own.
    “So far so good, I think.” He stopped for a moment and then dared to ask, “As my boss, how would you rate my performance thus far? That, after all, is what counts, isn’t it? That you’re satisfied?”
    He watched as the pen she’d been twirling between her fingers made its way to her mouth. She bit the end of the pen cap as she appraised him.  
    “I’d say I have no complaints,” she said, a slow smile crossing her face.  
    Evan frowned. “That’s not very good feedback, Ms. Spencer.”
    She rocked back in her chair, her smile growing wider as she slid the pen across her bottom lip. “Okay,” she said slowly. “I’d say your job performance has been...adequate.”
    “Adequate?” he said, baffled. “I think we both know that my skill set is far above the level of ‘adequate.’”
    “Hmm,” she mused. “Well, your social skills need a bit of work, but you do seem to be extremely motivated to please, highly productive, and your job focus is unwavering. I guess I’m holding off judgment until I see how you close the deal.”
    Evan had a distinct feeling that the conversation had veered off the professional line of questioning directly after he’d been told to sit.  
    He’d been trying to figure out what was different about her today. Since he’d gotten the job at Kelman Corporations, she’d been nothing but professional, and each day he’d been there,