Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Well screw that.
Ten years of sweat and hard work was the reason I was sitting in a large corner office with a killer Manhattan view. More focused than I’d ever been, it was time to take the bull by the horns.
And God help the person who stood in in my way.
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Things I left behind in Seattle, Washington: A promising career at a top marking firm, the past I was desperate to escape, and obviously my sense of direction. It was because of all of those reasons I was standing in the middle of New York City lost and cursing at my phone.
If I didn’t get to Tate and Cane soon, I wouldn’t only be late, but also blow the chance to make the good impression on my new boss, Mason Quinn. And I needed that more than anything.
One wrong turn, an unfortunate collision, and an expensive suit drenched in my soy chia tea latte was not how I wanted to start my first day.
Then there was the other little problem I had. The drop dead gorgeous man whose suit I’d ruined was my new boss.
And boy did he look pissed.
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CHAPTER ONE
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Saylor
I HEARD THE loud honk of a horn and someone yelling out “Asshole!”, and I looked up from my phone. In that moment, I wished I had followed my own advice about going to Maxwell and Locke a few days earlier so I wouldn’t end up getting lost.
As here I was on my first day.
Lost.
Where in the hell am I?
“Siri, if you don’t tell me where in the hell I am I’m going to throw you!”
“Who, me?” she replied to my threat.
Pulling up my contacts, I dialed the number of my old college friend who currently worked as the accounting manager for Maxwell and Locke. She was the one who originally told me about the job, that they were looking to bring on younger, fresher people to help bring the company into modern times.
“First day jitters?” Mary asked as she answered.
“No. Yes. Hell, I don’t know. I’m lost, and I have ten minutes to get to my meeting with Mason Quinn.”
“Mmm. Mason-hot-as-hell-Quinn.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mary, focus, please. I’m standing in front of Louis Vuitton, and I’m seriously considering going in and spending a large amount of money to combat my anxiety.”
She laughed. “Walk to the corner of fifth and east fifty-seventh street.”
“Okay.”
“Turn left and keep walking down. We’re the large black building on your right.”
“Thank Jesus! I see!” I hit ‘End’ and kept walking. I’d make up for hanging up on her later tonight.
Glancing at my watch, I saw that I had five minutes left. There was no way I was running. First off, I had my favorite pair of heels on, and these black Stuart Weitzman pumps were not made for running. And I had my favorite drink from Starbucks in my hand. A girl had to prioritize, after all.
Weaving in and out of people, I crossed the street and made my way into the building.
Shit. Where are the elevators? Why didn’t I stake all of this out a few days ago? Damn it!
An older gentleman was walking by, and I put on my best smile and asked, “Excuse me, could you point me to the elevators?”
He glared at me like I’d just committed a crime by speaking to him. He pointed, huffed, then rushed out the door.
“Thank you!” I called out after him with a smile on my face, knowing that would annoy the jackass even more.
Adjusting my bag and purse over my shoulder, I turned and headed in the direction he’d pointed, only to find a cute little restaurant.
Ugh! Asshole!
Whirling around, I took a right and then decided to head the other way. The elevators had to be toward the middle of the lobby. I could go left or right—but which way?
“Shit, why is this stressing me out?” I whispered.
Left. No right. No left.
I went right and immediately smacked into someone.
“Motherfucker!” he cried out as I drenched him in my precious soy chai latte.
“Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you!”
“No fucking shit, you didn’t see me!”
Ahh, the people of New York City.
Reaching into my bag, I grabbed a few napkins and attempted to wipe the drink off his expensive-as-hell-looking suit.
“Did you not look where you were going?” he asked in an angry tone.
Not looking up at him, I replied, “Well, were you looking where you were going, asshole?”
When in Rome, right?
He grabbed my wrist, and I gasped at the electric shock that ran through my body. I jerked my eyes up at him and opened my mouth to demand that he let me go, when I stopped.
Holy. Shit.
The guy standing in front of me was hella good-looking. No. He was more than good-looking. Could someone be beyond good-looking? Handsome wasn’t the right word; he was beyond that too. His warm honey eyes were staring into my hazel ones, and for a moment, it looked like he was just as stunned as I was.
No. No, I knew that look. He was pissed. There was no way a guy that freaking hot would ever look at me with such intensity in his eyes. I was nothing special. My blonde hair was pulled up, and I had decided to go light on my make-up today. Mascara, a light coat of powder, and a hint of blush were all that graced my face.
Yet, he was staring at me with a look I’d never seen before. Then he furrowed his brows.
Oh yeah. He’s pissed.
“Did you just call me an asshole?”
Ugh. He was one of those guys. God forbid a woman speak her mind.
I returned his stare and focused on making my voice strong and clear. “I did, and if you don’t let go of me, my knee’s going to be connecting with your dick in less than five seconds.”
He slowly tilted his head to the side, and the corners of his mouth rose into the sexiest smile I’d ever seen on a man.