“What are you doing?” I hear over my shoulder as I type in his electric bill from the last six months into a separate tab on my spreadsheet. How can he not know his normal utilities are a deduction?
I don’t look at him, needing to finish the line item I was almost done with. “Categorizing your expenses. You’re not writing off nearly enough on your taxes. You should be getting a load of money back this year. I’ll make sure of it.” I firm my jaw and click to the gas bills section.
Before I can continue, Nick turns me around in his rolling chair. “Babe, it’s nine o’clock. I didn’t even know you were still back here. I just locked up for the night and saw your car. I figured you’d left after our fun time earlier.” He grins.
I shrug. “Your office was atrocious.”
He laughs and taps my chin so I focus on his pretty green eyes. “This is true. But that didn’t mean you had to clean it. Though, I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not thankful. I am. Thank you.”
The simple thank you digs deep into my chest, making me feel light and warm.
“What else did you do?” He looks around, obviously noticing all of the files are put away. He walks over to the four-drawer, standing cabinet and pulls open the top one.
I jump up and to his side, rather excited to show him everything I’ve accomplished. “I’ve made files and alphabetized all of your members. Each person has their own file along with copies of their invoices that have been paid, due, or overdue. Then here, I’ve got this month’s invoices and next month’s along with a prewritten envelope and stamp so you’re ahead of the game.”
He grins and thumbs through the files, shuts the drawer, and pulls out the next. “Holy shit, Dove, this is incredible. You did all this for me?”
Heat suffuses my cheeks, and I bite my lip and shrug.
Nick grabs me around the waist, plastering me against his chest. “You’re too good to be true. The best head I’ve ever had, the tastiest pussy, and you’re smart as hell. What am I going to do with all this goodness?” He curls his hands around my neck and then lays his lips on mine.
His arm slings across my back, bringing me as close as possible. I love that he does that. Makes me think he never wants me to get away. I melt into his arms and kiss him back until I’ve lost my breath.
He rips his mouth away with a voluptuous, “Ahh.”
I chuckle and rub the scruff on his chin. I press my thighs together, still feeling the heated burn from earlier. Yep, it was delicious having his scruff against my skin.
“I also got your expense documents together and up-to-date. I still need to enter the rest of the year’s credit card purchases and set up a solid quarterly plan for paying your taxes.”
“Why?”
“So you don’t get penalized by Uncle Sam, and it’s easier to pay quarterly payments. Not such a large sum at the end of the year.”
“Want a job?” He’s joking, but it smacks me like a blow to the face.
What I did today… I enjoyed it. Got swept away in the administrative aspect of Nick’s business. Maybe it was using the knowledge I’d been taught in school and being able to put the skills into practice, or maybe it was because I was helping the guy I’m seeing. Whatever the reason, I genuinely felt good doing it. Accomplished.
“I’d like to help out with your office needs if you don’t mind.”
“Ah, Dove…” Nick frowns and sighs. “I can’t afford to pay you.”
Now that I know. I’ve just organized his finances. He needs to get his billing up-to-date and his finances totally in the black before he can ever consider taking on staff.
“No, I know. But I had…um…fun doing this for you. And I don’t, well you know, have a job or technically need one.” I run my finger up and down his black, ribbed tank, not sure how to best word what I want.
“You telling me you want to help out your man for nuthin’?” His jaw is hard, but his eyes are soft.
I purse my lips. “Kind of. It will allow me to get back into the business side of my degree. Kind of like being back in the ring again.” I attempt to put it into terms that relate to his business.
He chuckles. “Babe, you don’t know anything about boxing.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re right. I don’t. But I do know how to run a business. If you’ll let me help, I’d be so grateful.”
His head jerks back, and he cups my cheeks. “You’re offering to help me, out of the goodness of your heart; no one’s offered that. I’m not stupid. Of course I’m going to take you up on it. But don’t feel like you have to. You can do what you want when you want. Come and go as you please.”
My eyes light up. “Can I have a key to the gym?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, babe, I’ll have a key made for you. Now since we’ve both worked a long, hard day, how’s about we go up to my pad and order some pizza?”
“Pizza?” I scrunch up my nose. That is not something I’ve had in over two years.
“Yeah, Dove, pizza. You know…cheese, pepperoni, olives, sausage, the good stuff. Do you like pizza?”
“Not sure. I haven’t had any since college. I’ve kind of forgotten what my favorite is, but I like all the ingredients you’ve mentioned.”
Nick shakes his head and grabs my hand, leading me out of his office and down the hall. “Hasn’t had pizza in years. What am I ever going to do with you?”
“I can think of a thing or two,” I offer
