Episode 5 by Kishan Paul
Betty Lou stared at the chair Holt motioned her toward as the weight of his words sunk in. The desire she’d felt for the man just seconds ago chilled, turning into a tidal wave of anger.
Convince him of her value? If she wanted to keep her position? He expected her to beg for her job.
Her face heated with emotion. She’d stayed in this little East Texas town longer than intended because of Mr. Wright’s wife. Put her own dreams on hold to help the woman she now considered a second mother to her. In all that time, no one had ever questioned her worth or contribution to the company. It was understood and appreciated.
She tugged at her short pink skirt. Well, okay so she wasn’t dressed the part of a hot shot like the redhead in the boardroom, but Betty Lou knew her own value. Now that Mr. Wright no longer ran the company, there was no reason she couldn’t follow her dreams.
Holt cleared his throat, reminding her he was waiting for her to sit and to beg for her job. She rolled her shoulders back, and took a seat. The sexy lion in front of her needed to be schooled.
Betty Lou rested her elbows on the arm rest of her chair, leaned forward, and stared into his deep blue eyes. “Mr. Bastion, when I came to Wright & Sons eight years ago, the company had the highest employee turnover rate in Hawkins.” She waved at the laptop sitting on his desk. “If you look at the HR reports you’ll see that since I’ve taken over the department, widget production has tripled and employee turnover has been cut in half.”
The muscles in his jaw twitched. Was he fighting a laugh? “But to be honest, I really don’t need to explain myself to you. My loyalty was to Mr. Wright and his family. Now that they aren’t running the company anymore, I have no reason to stay.”
Holt’s brows rose.
Betty Lou flashed him a satisfied grin and rose from her seat. “I leave an impact no matter where I go Mr. Bastion. I suggest you start looking for my replacement soon. You’re going to find it’s hard to replace me.”
In her usual graceless manner, she tripped on her flip flops as she tried to make her exit. By the time she righted herself, grabbed the knob, and turned it, he was behind her using his muscular arm to keep the door closed. Betty Lou started to protest, but lost her voice when she noticed how close his body was to hers. She shuttered her lids, trying to shake off the hunger stirring inside her. When she sucked in a calming breath, it was filled with the scent of his woodsy cologne. The bundle of muscles between her legs clenched without her permission.
“You’re right,” he whispered, inching closer until his lips almost touched her ear. “You do leave an impact.”
Betty Lou stood frozen, savoring the heat of his breath against her skin. He had given her the best sex she’d ever had. How many lust-filled nights had she spent aching for him?
“Six months,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “I’ve spent the last six months trying to shake of the effect you’ve had on me. And you know why I haven’t been able to?” Holt twisted the latch on the door, locking it. “Because you’re right, you’re irreplaceable.”
All resolve to walk out of his office gone, Betty Lou turned to face her desires. Their eyes locked and the hunger she saw in his made her brave. She reached up and ran her fingers up the back of his neck into his hair. He inched his face close. Just as his lips brushed against hers, the door she leaned against rattled.