Not His Type

Marcus

The door to my office slams open, startling me from the stack of proofs I've been reviewing. A woman stands in the doorway. I recognize Josh and Hailey's friend, who had annoyed me earlier.

What the fuck is she doing in my office?

Before I can react, she steps inside and deliberately closes the door behind her with a soft click.

"Can I help you?" I ask, setting down my pen and leaning back in my chair.

Rebecca strolls toward my desk with the confident swagger of someone who's never been told no.

"Actually," she says, perching herself on the edge of my desk without invitation, "I think we can help each other."

I raise an eyebrow, studying her.

She's a small thing, barely reaching my chin even in those ridiculous heels.