Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Yes, I am sour after what Derek has put me through this week so far, so I do my best to improve my tone and sound excited and agreeable. I fly by the seat of my pants telling Frank I’ll be spending the morning preparing for the meeting even though Mr. Steele said it would just be a casual meet and greet for lunch and a quick chat. I assure Frank I’ll be on the ball and make a good impression.
My boss says he’ll keep his phone with him from one o’clock until three o’clock, even taking it to the bathroom, in case I need him. Frank insists I should promise absolutely anything Mr. Steele wants and that he’ll help me deliver no matter how big the ask is. By the time the call ends, I’ve had it with the whole thing and want to climb under my covers and hide from the world.
In order to get him off the phone, I remind him that when Mr. Steele bought the company, he insisted I get a bonus for my hard work and that my work on their campaigns has them exceedingly happy with me. I assure Frank that I’ll call him the minute the meeting is over.
Frank is usually so easy-going and relaxed. But I’m typically much more upbeat and positive when I talk to him, so I guess it’s not hard to fathom why he was standoffish with me.
When I get off the phone, I stare at my banking app on my phone screen. Chewing my lip, I touch the icon. I’ve been avoiding this, but it’s time to login and look.
And yep, there’s six figures in there. Free and clear. No holds, but clearly there are strings. Strings I wish I could find scissors to snip.
Feeling a little nauseous about the fact that my bank account has never seen that amount, I quickly log out and put the phone down.
I get a text message from Chloe at 12:57 pm.
Chloe: I’m parked outside your club for our meeting. It looks closed. Am I at the wrong location? I’m at Downtown. Should I be at The Fifth?
I phone her.
“Hello?” she answers, her voice hesitant.
“I’m here. I’m unlocking the door. Come in,” I tell her while on the move.
“Okay, bye,” she mutters and ends the call as I reach the door, seeing her approach while sticking her phone into her pocket. She’s wearing a black business suit, her hair up, and she’s carrying a leather portfolio.
My pulse races at the sight of her, so when I open the door, I drop a kiss on her mouth, saying, “You look gorgeous.”
She jerks back, frowns and says nothing, but walks past me.
“I’m the only one here so far,” I tell her. “Staff won’t be here until after three. I grabbed lunch for us. It’s in my office.”
“I’d prefer to be out here,” she states. “Will this table do?”
She sets her things on the table closest to the door.
“No, it won’t do. My office, please.” I lift her bags and put my free hand to her lower back, guiding her.
She looks edible in this black blazer and short skirt business suit with her pale pink blouse, a serious look on her face. Her lips are shiny and pink. Her lashes are a thick ebony. She has little diamond studs in her earlobes. Her heeled shoes are sexy, they show her toes, which are done in pink polish. I don’t recall if her fingernails were done last night, it was pretty dim in her bedroom, but right now she’s got tips the same color as the toe polish.
I find myself fascinated by Chloe Turner’s every facet as I lead her into my office and close the door behind us. She startles at the click of the door like she’s suddenly in danger.
She eyes the table. Two large soups from the coffee shop. Two chocolate éclairs.
“I called Mr. Nguyen who very kindly baked his éclairs an hour early for me. I’m determined to feed you,” I say. “If you don’t eat this time, I might have to punish you.” I flash a grin.
She doesn’t smile. And I’m missing that. How she’d smile shyly at me before. Before she got angry with me.
“My boss called this morning and is very excited about the potential for working with you. He asked me to patch him into our meeting, so…” She pulls her phone out.
“No. This meeting is just us. And I heard the call between you. Don’t fib, little bunny.” I swat her ass playfully.
She jolts and as her face goes red, she states, “Don’t. I’m on the clock.”
“And I’m the client, so you’re on my clock. And I’ve decided, you’ll also be on my cock.”
She’s seething with anger. I continue talking. “We’ll have lunch, talk a little business, then you’ll get on your knees under my desk and suck my cock before you go home to finish up with your workday.” I casually remove my blazer and drape it over the back of my chair. “If you do a good job, which I suspect you will, I’ll spread you out over my desk and return the favor before I fuck you.”