list of work that needed to be done by the guy angling to become her full-time assistant. By Friday Jimmy had started falling to pieces. Simone laughed now, sorting through a stack of files and spreadsheets and color-coded files he’d brought into her office with a desperate look. Tasha was a stickler for organization and Jimmy was … well. He was Jimmy.
“She’s not going to give me the promotion, is she?” He asked now, miserably.
“Probably not,” Simone teased.
Jimmy looked crestfallen, broad shoulders slumping. “It’s not like I tried to make a mess of it, but damn it, Simone. Tasha’s impossible. She left me about a million things to take care of while she was gone, twice as much as I’d have to do if she were here and I was actually her assistant for real. Did she do this when you were her assistant?”
“Nope. But let’s face it, I was a lot more organized than you are.” Simone propped her feet on the desk, studying him. “You could just stay in your current job, you know. Lots less stress.”
“Lots less money. And it’s a dead-end job,” Jimmy said with a scowl.
Simone couldn’t argue with that. “Have you ever thought about a different line of work, Jimmy?”
“Every damn day.”
She laughed again, waving a hand at him. Jimmy was cute. Tall, big, smarter than he looked. “You know, you’re too hard on yourself. You really have all of this covered. You’re going to be fine. All of this stuff is fine. Let’s get out of here.”
“You sure?”
“Tasha can be hard, but she’s fair, Jimmy.”
He thought about that. “Yeah. I just really wanted to prove to her that I could handle everything. Hey. It’s Friday night … You wanna come out with us?”
She’d made plans with Aidan. Nothing set in stone, certainly prone to change. It had been weeks since they’d seen each other and she was sorely in need of a good, hard fuck and suspected it might be the same for him. Still, they didn’t plan to meet until much later. She swiveled in her chair to study him. “Us, who?”
Jimmy scratched at the back of his neck, looking suspiciously shy. “Me and some of the guys from finance.”
“Oh. Finance. That sounds like a thrill a minute.” Simone snorted softly.
Jimmy grinned. “Not fair. Besides, I was talking to Rob and he wanted me to ask you.”
“Rob. From finance?” She couldn’t put a face to the name at first, then had a vision of male pattern baldness and bad ties. Neither were a deal breaker. There were more important qualities in a man than his hair or clothes. “Have I met him?”
“He came out with all of us that night after Tasha took us to dinner for the holiday party.”
“Oh. Right.” She still barely remembered him, which said more about him than anything. “I’ll pass. Thanks, though.”
Jimmy glanced at the windows and gave her a significant look. “Late night for you?”
Simone didn’t bother with a blush. Jimmy knew she watched Anderson from the windows, because they’d talked about it once or twice when they were both working late. She’d never invited him to watch with her. That would’ve been super creepy. And she didn’t owe Jimmy an explanation, not for anything. “Just because I don’t have a hot night set up with the boys from finance doesn’t mean I don’t have a life.”
“Oh, I know you have a life,” Jimmy said seriously. “You’ve got more of a life than any girl I know.”
He was charming, calling her a girl that way when Simone was at least five years older than him. She studied him, looking for any sign that he was giving her a hard time, but Jimmy looked totally sincere. “Is that what you think?”
“Oh. Yeah. Definitely. You’re … something else,” Jimmy said with a wry grin.
She sat back in her chair. “Should I be insulted or flattered?”
“Both?” Jimmy laughed, ducking away from her kicking foot. “I’ll tell Rob you’ll make it another time…?”
“Why I oughtta…” Simone shook a