Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“You are going to call in a favor,” I repeat. “What? Did one of them babysit you?”
“Actually, she did.” She laughs, and she’s about to say something else when the phone on her desk rings. “Let me know if you want me to call her.” She turns and walks out of the room, leaning over the desk to answer the phone.
Nash whistles low when all we see is her ass. “Do you mind?” My hand goes into a fist on the desk, and Nash looks over at me. “Stop ogling my PA.”
“I’m going to see if she wants to go out with me,” he announces, and I shake my head.
“Immediately, no.” My head moves even faster. “Absolutely not, we aren’t allowed to date anyone in the company. We went over this when your last PA sued you for sexual harassment.”
“She didn’t sue us,” Nash denies, and my eyebrows shoot up. “She did it for attention.”
I look over to where Grace is and see that she’s not there anymore. My eyes roam the floor to see where she went. I can’t see her anywhere. “Whatever she did it for, we now have a no-fraternization policy.”
I’m about to tell him something when there is a knock on the door, and I look up to see Loren. “May I come in?” I just stare at her. “I’m here because there has been a complaint in the HR department.”
“No way,” Nash gloats, “I thought that only happened at my office.”
“There has never been an HR complaint.” I just look at Loren. “Who is it against?”
“Funny you should ask,” she says, folding her arms over her chest. “You.”
My mouth hangs open in shock at the same time Nash hits my desk as he howls with laughter. “Me?” I say, shocked. “By who?”
She tilts her head to the side, and just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, it does. It gets so much worse when she says the name of the person who reported me. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. “Grace.”
five
Grace
“It’s quitting time.” I look up from the notes I’m making to Kayla as she stops in front of my desk. “Week one down in the books.”
I smirk at her. “Going to be really honest,” I say, looking over my shoulder at my boss sitting at his desk, leaning back in his own chair on the phone. His door has been closed since Monday afternoon, only opening it when he has to come out to go to the kitchen or to bark orders at me. “Didn’t think I would make it past day two.” I shake my head. “Actually, day one.”
“Well, some of us are hitting up a bar around the corner,” she states, “you should join us.”
“I wish.” I lay my elbows on my desk, folding my hands together. “I’m moving into my new place this weekend,” I tell her. “Family is coming up to help, so I’m thinking it might just turn into a circus.”
“Well, if you change your mind, you are more than welcome to join.” She smiles at me one last time before something behind me catches her eye. “Incoming,” she mumbles before she walks off.
The door to Caine’s office opens and I look over my shoulder. “I need you to see if you can schedule this client in sometime next week.” He hands me the folder. “I think I have some time Wednesday to do it.”
“You have all afternoon Wednesday free,” I say, shocking him I know his schedule by heart, but it’s a reason I’m good at what I do. “I can put them in after one, so you have time to eat.”
“Fine,” he huffs before turning and walking back into his office.
“Is that all for the day?” I ask him before he shuts his door in my face.
“Yeah,” he confirms, and I grab the file and place it on top of the to-do pile for Monday.
“Okay, if you don’t need anything else.” I start to shut down my computer. “I’m going to head out.” He doesn’t say anything to me; he just stares at me with his dark blue eyes. His shirt is rolled up again to his elbows, something he does every single day the minute he takes off his jacket. I get up and smile as big as I can, hopefully knowing that it’s going to annoy the fuck out of him. “Have a great weekend.” I bend to grab my purse from under my desk when I hear the door slam shut. “You too, Grace. I hope that you rest, and I’ll see you Monday,” I tell myself, pretending I’m him.
As I walk around my desk, I peek into his office, seeing him looking at me while he holds a piece of paper in his hand. I hold up my hand and wave it side to side, knowing if I was as pissed and irritated with me as he is, it would make me even more irritated. “Bye,” I sing out and I can see him gripping the paper so hard in his hand his knuckles are white.