Free Rub Me The Wrong Way (Erotic Shorts Book 2) by Xavier Neal Page A

“Maybe you should think about bringing someone?” Before my brain can wander any specific direction, she snaps loudly. “Oh! Before I forget you have a phone interview with Crissy Muller. She wants Devin's position.”
                 
    Leaning back in my office chair I shake my head. “I don't think I can sit through another monotone, you bore the shit out of me, I wouldn't hire you to put me to sleep interview.”
                 
    She giggles. “I handpicked this one. I think you'll like her.”
                 
    Playfully I say, “I don't like you.”
                 
    “You fucking love me.” Hope giggles again. “Speaking of phone calls-”
                 
    “If that sentence ends with Dani wants anything, just save your breath and go.”
                 
    With a quick nod, she turns on heels, and strolls out of my office.
                 
    I swear she's like an overgrown toddler with an ego the size of a Kardashian. Feeling frustrations firing through my system again, I shut my eyes. I do need a vacation. Klous is like a vacation in the middle of the day. A sexy naked vacation. That trip to paradise is one I am more than willing to book a one way ticket to.
                 
    At the sound of the door opening, I lift my eyelids.
     
    Hope grips the side of my door and announces, “There's a Mr. Klein on line one for you.”
                 
    My attempt to suppress my smile fails. Miserably.
                 
    “Are you smiling?”
                 
    “No.”
                 
    “You are.”
                 
    “I am not.”
     
    “You are too.”
     
    “I am not.”
                 
    “I can tell by the way your mouth is, Astin! That's a smile.”
     
    “That's...a muscle twitch. Not a smile.”
     
    “Who's Mr. Klein?”
                 
    “It's a private call.”
     
    “Like a phone sex operator?”
     
    “Do I look like I need a phone sex operator?” She hesitates to respond and I shoo her away with a hand. “Just...go...”
     
    Hope tosses her hands up in surrender. After a quick wink, she shuts the door.
     
    Confidently I answer the phone, “This is Miss Anderson.”
                 
    “Morning, Miss Anderson.” Klous' voice glides across the phone and straight for my pussy. Annoyed that it's responding this way immediately, I clench my thighs together. “I take it you’re well.”
                 
    “I'm fine.” My curt reply is met with a short chuckle on the other end of the line. “Did I say something funny, Mr. Klein?”
                 
    “After last week, have you learned nothing about relinquishing control, Astin?”
                 
    I pick up my pen and slide over the papers I know are waiting for my signature. “What's that supposed to mean?”
                 
    “It means you didn't enjoy the fact I didn't make contact all weekend.”
                 
    How can I want someone who I hate so much at the same time? Doesn't that make me broken? I want him to break me. Oh! Get it together, Astin! “It didn't bother me.”
     
    “Then what is that tension in your voice?”
     
    “Stress from the day.”
     
    “You're a terrible liar, Miss Anderson.”
     
    “And you don't like being wrong, Mr. Klein.”
     
    “No problem admitting I'm wrong. This just isn't one of those times. You missed me this weekend. Admit it.”
     
    Feeling the nerve he hit twisting, I try to hold my ground. “It's just sex with us.”
                 
    There's a very still silence slipping back and forth between us.
                 
    When I reach the brink of not being able to handle the fact he hasn't replied any longer, I spit out, “Right?”
                 
    Instead of responding to my question, he clears his throat. “I was