Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Chapter 2
“I think you’ve got a great shot.”
I took a big gulp of my wine and raised a brow at Sasha.
I’d been staying with my friend for almost a week now, and while it was amazing to have such a great friend to take me in, I knew myself, and I knew I needed my independence. Luckily, I’d just landed a job interview for a secretary position.
“It’s just a secretary job, you know.”
My best friend — seven months pregnant — shrugged and grinned wickedly as she poured lime seltzer over ice and took a sip.
“You really want to go there?”
I blushed as I looked down, grinning.
Sasha had, after-all, started in this very position. Broke, looking for work, and leaving her asshole of an ex, Sasha had found “secretary” work with Stone and Steel Holdings.
Of course, that’s not all she’d found there.
What started as probably the hottest, dirtiest, most inappropriate office fling in the history of workplace flings had turned into so much more. I knew just enough of the details to go red in the face whenever I thought too much about it.
Hey, you would too if your best friend was involved in a relationship with two gorgeous, protective, dominant men who had at one point been her bosses.
I say “used to be,” because as their relationship had bloomed into what it was now, Sasha had moved from secretary to actually co-running the biggest corporation in the city with Luke and Jordan
I could only imagine what board meetings were like.
People have all sorts of ideas in their heads about what a relationship should be, but Sasha, Luke, and Jordan proved them wrong. Was is nonconforming? A little different? Apt to make people blush and whisper in public when they noticed how close the three of them were? You bet. Did any of that trio really give much of a shit?
Nope.
“That was different,” I said primly, sipping my wine.
Sasha laughed. “Oh really? Why, because I slept with them?”
“Because they’re hot!”
I turned red the second I said it, rolling my eyes at myself as Sasha burst out laughing.
“Well? Maybe the guy running — what’s the name of this place?”
“Camelot Holdings.”
Sasha paused, furrowing her brow, looking like she was thinking it over before she shook her head.
“I’ve heard of the company but I know the CEO stays pretty private. Anyways, who knows? Maybe he’s gorgeous?”
“And maybe usually sleeping with your boss gets you fired.”
Sasha winked at me. “Gotta take chances, lady.”
“I gotta take employment, first,” I grumbled.
“You know I’ve got a job for you, right?” Sasha put down her soda water and gave me a look. “I mean, you don’t even have to ask; it’s done.”
I smiled as she reached out and squeezed my hand.
“Thanks, honestly. But you know that’s a little too close to home.”
“Too close to home, or too much for your A-type personality that just has to go find her own way?”
Sasha winked at me, laughing as I flipped her off playfully.
“Both,” I said, grinning. “It’s enough that you’re putting me up in the insane house, you know.”
When Sasha had first gotten together with Luke and Jordan, they’d all lived in the guys’ penthouse on the top floor of Stone and Steel Holdings. Eventually though, they’d moved out and into this sprawling, gorgeous place.
She grinned. “Hey, it’s not that selfless of me. I get lonely and spooked being in his place all alone while Luke and Jord are off in London.”
“How’re the acquisition negotiations going?”
She shrugged, waving her hand. “Oh, fine. You know them; they get what they want.”
I winked at her. “Apparently.”
“You’re a pessimist.” My friend sighed as I glanced over the job description again on the laptop in front of me.
“I’m a realist,” I said indignantly, sipping wine. “Why the heck would a secretary and personal assistant job that pays so well be up for grabs?”
“Well,” Sasha sighed. “Guess you’ll find out tomorrow at the interview, dummy.”
She was right. For all my bitching, I had landed a callback for an interview.
“I’m still grossed out by the headshot, you know.”
She smirked.
“How is that even legal?”
“Eh, there are loopholes. And hey, you’re cute.”
“I’m not a model or anything, though.”
She groaned. “Girl, you got the interview, didn’t you?”
I frowned and she laughed and poured me some more wine.
“Vicarious drinking,” she said with a wink as she pushed the glass towards me. “You want me to send a personal recommendation on Stone & Steel letterhead?”
I frowned and shook my head.
She sighed. “Didn’t think so. You are one stubborn girl, you know that?”
I grinned at her. “Yup. It’s why you love me though.”
“Luckily,” she snorted.
I turned back to the laptop. “The guy I’m reporting to is probably an old rich asshole.”
“Yeah, he probably is, Ari, but that rich asshole is going to pay you like you’re a Wall Street trader.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, taking a sip from my glass.