Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Get me a burger with the works on it. I don’t care what it is. I have a lot of work to handle. I’ll be in my office. Just let me know when it arrives.” I walk into my office and do my best to get my heart under control. Fuck, for a moment, she smiled at me, and I almost pulled her into my arms. This is getting harder and harder to avoid. First, I nearly beat up an employee because I’m tempted to possess another one; I’m asking for another company lawsuit.
Chapter Eight
Lacey
Ugh, that man is going to send me into an asylum. One minute he’s a total asshole, bossing me around, and another minute he’s playful, nearly hitting on me. I can’t handle the way my heart beats out of rhythm when he’s near, and then he must confuse me again. It’s bad enough that he gets aroused by the dumb bimbo whose name fits her. Well, he can’t have us both. I don’t play second fiddle to anyone, especially that bitch.
The day couldn’t come to an end fast enough. As the time for me to leave arrived, I shut off my computer and crept to the exit, sliding on my light jacket. Once the elevator doors begin to close, he calls out for me, but I wave goodbye. It’s not like his driver isn’t downstairs waiting for me. Still, after everything that happened today, I just need to breathe.
Today at lunch, he pulled the same crap that he did with the other delivery guy. I tried to rush the young guy out of the office, but he wouldn’t stop asking me questions, and then Lincoln came out snarling about his food and sent the kid running.
Mr. Hardwick can wait until tomorrow for whatever it is. “Asshole.”
I get to the fourth floor, and the hooker gets on as well. I bite my tongue, but she’s quick to open hers. “So, I heard you’re fucking both your bosses. That’s why he fired Davis. Apparently, Mr. Hardwick doesn’t like to share.” She sneers at me.
“What are you talking about? I’m not sleeping with either of them.”
“Bullshit. You got the job with Lawrence, and we know he likes to fuck his assistants. Now, Mr. Hardwick snapped you up, and as soon as Lawrence asks to get you back, he fires him. You must have some head game.” She tilts her head and jerks her fist in front of her open mouth.
“Gross.”
“Please. You were so jealous today, like you’ve marked your territory already. I don’t blame you. I get it. He’s fine as hell, even if he’s an asshole. I’d drop to my knees for that man if he’d let me.”
“Well, whom I sleep with is no one’s business.” The doors open just as I say that, and Mr. Hardwick is standing on the other side, glaring at me.
“Ms. Flowers, a word with you.” It’s not a question. It’s a pure directive. He lets Hooker out of the elevator, and then he steps inside and presses the code to send the elevator express to his floor.
“I’m off the clock, Mr. Hardwick,” I say as the doors to his floor open up, and he waits for me to step off.
“Really? Because we have a problem then.”
“What do you mean?” I step out.
“Where is my card?”
“Oh shit.” I hustle over to my desk and unlock the drawer, handing it back to him. “Sorry about that. I completely forgot after you were so grumpy about the delivery guy.” He takes the card and sets it on my desk as if it really isn’t that important and he just wanted to be a dick.
“Sorry but watching you two flirting while I’m hungry doesn’t bode well for my mood. It seems you attract every single man that comes into the building.” I wasn’t flirting with the guy, but he was certainly flirting with me. He has no right to sound as jealous as he does right now.
Scrunching up my nose and sneering at him, I remind him about the visual I got today. “Says the man who had a Hooker on my desk.”
He closes the distance between us and growls, “You read that completely wrong. And I know you enjoy saying her name on purpose, but you need to be careful.”
“Why? Are you upset I insulted her? Keep your women in your office, then. Is there anything else you need?”
“… No. You can go.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Hardwick.”
I leave this time with Greg waiting for me. I get to go home without another interruption. Although, I hate that I’m all alone again. Something about having Lincoln in my face, staring at me like he wants to say so much more than he does, makes my heart pump wildly.
****
The next day…
I’m in the office five minutes before my start time because I already know his temper and yet he’s scowling at me. “Lacey, I need you to make copies of each of these for my meeting.” He drops off a stack of documents, each paper clipped how he wants them separated.