Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Oh my God…
Handsome doesn’t even do him justice. In an office building filled with men, Zander stands out like a single swatch of color in a black and white photo.
He moves with the confidence of a ruler, a king, man without a worry on his mind. Like someone who owns the world. His suit hugs him with complete perfection, highlighting each and every line of what is clearly a flawless physique underneath.
I can feel my pulse between my legs.
And wetness too…
He strides confidently over to the desk of one of his employees, stops, and says something to him, then looks up and sees me.
Our eyes meet, and I have to bite the inside of my lip to keep from letting my jaw drop down like a dummy. Right now, I have to make an impression.
His brow furrows, and he raises a hand and points directly at me.
“You,” he says across the crowded room of desks and cubicles. I’m instantly sweating.
“I…”
“You must be Ali Larson!”
Suddenly, all eyes are on me, and Zander is threading his way through the desks toward me as I stand there frozen, stupefied.
I’ve never felt an attraction like this before, and as I shift my legs as he grows nearer, I can feel my private area already slick with wetness.
This is not okay.
This is my new boss! I need to remain professional! I’m going to be speaking to him in just a few seconds. I can’t be having these crazy thoughts running around in my mind right now.
But my heart is racing, and I’m literally salivating, and as Zander grows closer, the sheer scent he brings with him hits me like a wrecking ball and nearly brings me to my knees.
He extends a hand, which I just look at for a second before I remember that I’m supposed to shake it.
“Zander,” he says. I can’t be sure if it’s the first or second time he’s said it.
“Ali!” I blurt out. “I’m the HR intern.”
Zander smiles and nods and looks me up and down.
For some reason, I get the distinct impression I’m getting a second interview right now. He glances behind him at his men, who all immediately go back to what they were doing.
“Right…about that,” he says to me. “We actually lost our girl at the front desk, so I’m going to have to put you out there for the time being.”
His words shock me.
Did he really just say what I think he said?
“The…the front desk?”
“Yeah, we had this girl named Emma working there, but…well some things happened and – anyway, we need someone up front, so I’m gonna put you up there for now. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you where you’ll be working.”
A tornado of emotions tears through me as Zander puts an arm on my shoulder and leads me back down the stairs to where I came.
“I-I was really hoping I would be working in HR,” I stammer, trying not to be rude. “I’m going to be majoring in psychology next year at college, and—”
“Well, I really need a girl out front right now, Ali.” Zander grins, showing me a smile that I’m sure has charmed a million women. “You’ll help me out with that. Won’t you, Ali?”
“I…”
I want to tell him no. That the whole point of me taking this job in the first place was to get experience that will be helpful to my major. But for some reason – I don’t know if it’s his smile or if I’m just intimidated by him – I just say, “Okay.”
“Atta girl.”
Before I know it, I’m following him over to the desk and listening to him point out all the things I’ll need to know in order to do my job, which mostly entails answering the phone, checking people in, and making sure nobody unauthorized enters the building. Hardly resume worthy experience.
“You know, I was hoping that I would—”
“Hold that thought,” Zander says as he picks up a call on his cell phone. “Barry! How the hell are ya?”
And just like that, he’s walking away from me, back upstairs like he couldn’t care less about me.
And I’m crushed.
“Well, so much for a great job with a nice boss,” I say to myself as I settle into my chair and stare out the window at the front lawn, which is what I end up doing for basically the rest of the day, aside from answering the phone twice and saying hi to two men who came in and showed me their IDs.
“So it was boring?” Mel asks me when I get home.
“Boring?” I sigh, exasperated. “More like mind-numbingly, soul-crushingly boring. Not to mention it wasn’t even the job I applied for in the first place!”
“Want me to kick his ass? I can kick his ass if you want me to.”
Mel flashes me a very serious look that actually gets me to laugh. I can always count on her to cheer me up when I’ve had a bad day. That’s she’s my best friend and has been since elementary school. She was there when my dad left, and I still consider her even more reliable than my mom when I really need someone to talk to.