Chapter 146: 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.
Her dark hair cascades in messy waves around a heart-shaped face that’s pretty in that obvious, uncomplicated way, the kind that doesn’t particularly interest me. My gaze involuntarily drops to her chest, which seems almost comically disproportionate to her petite frame.
The tight sweater she’s wearing does nothing to disguise breasts that are frankly too large and heavy for my taste. I’ve always preferred women with more subtle curves and athletic builds, like Hailey’s photographer’s frame, all lean muscle and purpose.