She turned slowly, headed back the way she had come, halted in front of Steve, who had a cocky grin on his face. “Do you really want to piss off your soon-to-be-boss?” she asked sweetly.
The grin faded, but his eyes still gleamed with amusement. “No, boss.”
“Well, don’t mention tattoos again.”
“Yes, boss.”
She resigned herself to more hazing as she made her way up to Jake’s office; she’d known Dave wouldn’t keep quiet about the comment. There was no one in the outer office and she banged on the door and waited for the muffled come-in. It wasn’t safe to enter Jake’s office these days without knocking first.
But when she opened the door, Jake wasn’t there. Instead Kim, his wife, sat behind his desk, long legs stretched out, her feet resting on the dark mahogany.
She looked positively radiant; marriage to Jake obviously agreed with her. Jess had known Kim for nearly five years now, since Jake had rescued her from her bastard of a husband and given her a job at Knight Securities. She’d always found it hard to relate to women, but Kim and her other best friend Dani were special. Though at this moment she didn’t appear particularly friendly; her mouth was a tight line and she studied Jess through narrowed eyes.
“You have a tattoo, and you didn’t tell me?”
She shrugged. “It never came up in conversation.”
“How come I’ve never seen it?”
“Probably because we’ve never gotten naked together.”
“True.” She pursed her lips. “Has Dani seen it?”
“Yes?”
“So you’ve gotten naked with Dani but not with me?”
“Obviously.” Actually, Dani had been one of the army buddies who’d all gotten tattoos together the night she’d had hers…updated. “Where’s Jake?”
“Delayed. He said to start without him.” This was their weekly meeting to go through all the open cases and make sure the staff was allocated where best suited. “And don’t try and change the subject. You know you’re not getting out of here until I’ve seen it.”
She sighed. “Okay. But you’re not to tell anyone.” She wouldn’t give the assholes the satisfaction. Let them guess. “And I mean not anyone.”
“Not even Jake?”
“Especially not Jake.”
Kim’s eyes widened as Jess unfastened her pants, slipped them down, then turned her back, and pulled up the edge of her panties to reveal her left buttock.
“Declan?” Kim said. “I can’t believe you had some guy’s name tattooed on your bottom. You hate men.”
“He was my first boyfriend. I got it done when I was seventeen. Look a bit closer.”
Kim got to her feet and came around the desk. She leaned in and let out a giggle. “Is a prick.”
“I got that bit added a little while later.” She pulled up her pants. “Now that’s all cleared up, can I get to work?”
“Hmm. Jake left you a note.”
She took the piece of paper Kim held out and unfolded it.
I hear the job was canceled—what happened to “playing nice?”
And you have a tattoo?”
“Fuck,” she muttered.
Kim gave her a sympathetic smile. “He talked to Dave when he got back yesterday.”
Oh well, she’d known it was bound to happen. But no way was Gary getting her promotion. She’d find another way to prove she was nice. If it killed her. She peered up at her best friend as she leaned against the desk. “Am I nice?”
Kim snorted. Then coughed and cleared her throat. “Of course you’re nice. Would I be best friends with someone who wasn’t…nice?”
“You’re lying.” Christ, even her best friend didn’t think she was nice. Was she aiming too high? She flung herself into the chair. Actually, there was something she needed Kim’s help with, might as well make use of her while she was here. “Have you got a few minutes?”
“As long as you need.”
She took a deep breath. “I joined a dating agency.”
“When? Where? How? I don’t believe you.”
“It’s really your fault—well, yours, and Dani’s. I figured if the two of you could find someone, then so could I. But it’s a load of crap. The guys I’ve met so far are…boring.”
“And you want…exciting?”
“No, I’ve done exciting and I’ve no plans to repeat the experience.”
“Declan, I presume.”
“Yeah. Anyway what I want is nice.” Oh God, that word again. It was taking over her life. “But I need to be able to spend time with them and stay awake. Anyway, I’ll give it one more try, but I thought I’d adjust my criteria.”
“And strike boring off the list.”
“Something like that.”
Kim shook her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. First the tattoo, now this.” She peered at her closely. “What other secrets are you hiding?”
“None. And I’m telling you now. I thought you could have a quick look at my questionnaire on the dating site, see where I’m going wrong.”
Kim rubbed her hands together. “No problem. Get me in there.”
Jess sat in Jake’s chair and pulled up the dating agency forms on the screen in front of her, then stood up so Kim could take the seat.
“So what I thought—”
Kim cut her off with a wave of her hand. “Just leave it to me. I’ve got this.”
Jess paced the room, hands shoved in her pockets as Kim’s fingers flew across the keyboard. What the hell was she writing? Maybe this was a huge mistake. After all, Kim was hardly an expert on the subject of dating. One abusive husband and then Jake—hardly a wealth of experience.
She peered over her shoulder, but Kim waved her away again. “You are such a total fibber,” she said.
“Am not.” Well maybe just a little. But who’d want her if she told the truth?
“I can’t believe you’ve put cooking down as an interest,” Kim muttered.
Jess scowled. “I can make really good coffee. And I thought I’d attract a better class of man if I came across as domesticated.”
Kim snorted. “There, done. No don’t look. Just see what you get and if you’re still bored, then you can change it back.”
“Or dump the whole idea.” Maybe she’d go speed dating instead. Five minutes with a guy. Even she could manage that.