Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“Oh.” Confusion filled Loki’s face as he stepped to one side to look down at Isa. “Why would that upset you?”
“It was smashed,” he said, giving Isa a firm look. “I cleaned it all up and replaced it, but you might need to keep an eye on it. I don’t know why it would break like that.”
She nodded at him. He took that to mean she was going to tell Loki all of it.
Somehow, it still didn’t ease the tension he was carrying. However, he knew he had to leave before he caused a real scene.
“See you both later. Take care of her.”
Loki didn’t look angry, as he’d kind of expected after saying that.
Instead, he appeared thoughtful.
Remy wasn’t sure if that was better or not.
18
“See you next week, Isa!”
Isabelle looked up with a distracted smile as some of her colleagues called out to her on their way out the door.
God, this sucked.
She wanted to go home. It was Friday night and she just wanted to sit with Loki and binge-watch their favorite reality shows. Tonight, they were watching that series where strangers marry each other.
It was her favorite.
Loki preferred the one where ex-soldiers yelled at people until they cried.
Instead, she was here, typing up some shit for her boss.
Her phone buzzed.
Loki: I’m coming to get you.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Isa: I’m not finished yet. I think I will be done in an hour. So maybe leave in twenty?
It would take him forty minutes to get here.
Loki: Nope. Coming now. You have thirty.
She groaned.
“Isabelle, is something wrong?”
She glanced up to see Shawn at her office door. Great. Just what she needed to make her Friday night better.
“Oh no, I’m fine. My roommate is just picking me up and he’s going to be here soon, so I’m trying to finish up.”
Which would be easier if you weren’t here, you dick.
“Let’s see how you’re doing, shall we?” he asked.
She tensed as he walked over. She couldn’t help it. It’s not like he’d ever done anything. Well, other than watching her with a sick sort of hunger in his eyes.
And that wasn’t enough to complain about, right? Even if she did make a complaint, how would she prove anything? He had seniority here.
No one would believe her.
He came around beside her, leaning in.
Oh God.
Was that his dick pressing against her arm? And was it hard?
That was it. She was going to be sick. She hastily shoved her chair away from him and he stumbled, nearly falling over.
“What are you doing?” he barked. “You could have hurt me!”
Shit! What was she doing? All he’d been doing was leaning down to look at her screen and she’d overreacted.
Surely, that wasn’t his cock she’d been feeling, right?
“You know, Isa. I’ve been very impressed with your work lately. There’s a new position opening up that would mean more pay and better bonuses. I was going to recommend that it be given to you.”
She knew the position he was talking about. It was a job she would love. It came with more money and it meant she would no longer be directly under this dickhead’s supervision.
“Really?” she breathed out.
“Yes. But it will be my name and reputation I’ll be risking if you can’t do the job. So I need to ensure that you’re up to the task. That’s why I’m working you so hard.”
She kind of thought that was bullshit, but she didn’t want to say it, so she bit her lip.
Sometimes, words had a way of just popping out of her mouth.
“That’s . . . that would be amazing. I’d work hard. I promise.”
“Hmm, well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The interviews will be in two weeks so you need to make sure that you make a good impression.”
“I will.”
She straightened, moving her chair closer to him. Even though that meant she was pressed against him again. He might need to look at changing his deodorant because it wasn’t doing the best job.
However, she ignored all of that as she showed him everything.
“Very good. But I think you’ll have to stay longer to finish it.”
“I might have to take it home with me,” she said as she checked her phone when it buzzed again.
Loki: Ten minutes.
She couldn’t help but sag in relief. Loki would be here soon.
Should she tell him about Shawn? It was the question she’d often asked herself. But Shawn hadn’t really done anything concrete.
And she knew how Loki would react. She did not need her best friend going to jail for beating up her boss.
Plus, she really wanted that job. Imagine what she could do with the extra cash.
“What’s so important that you had to look at your phone while I am talking to you?” Shawn said
Oh, shit.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just that my ride is here.”
Shawn frowned. “You haven’t finished here. Tell them to leave.”
“I . . . I can’t. I won’t be able to get home.”