“Good for a quick fuck,” was how he’d described me.
I’m so glad he took my professional business manner and dedication to my job so seriously and considered them to be assets.
They weren’t even a factor unfortunately.
He was the kind of man who said he respected his wife and loved her, but clearly, there was a reason she had stopped sleeping with him years ago. My first thought was that if he considered she was good for a quick fuck too, I wouldn’t want to sleep with him either.
Not that I’d EVER wanted to do that, but you know what I mean.
What I did want to do though was to take the clipboard I kept my notes attached to and shove it fair up his arse. Maybe then he’d know what I really thought of his sexist, completely unprofessional comment about me.
He’d even had the gaul to say it to my face. Not many people were brave enough, but obviously he was stupid enough.
I wasn’t going to forget it and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
I wondered whether I should shove the clipboard up vertically, or whether it was more painful horizontally.
It was definitely something to consider.