Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I’d say so,” she huffs, sounding annoyed.
“Still, I must stress to you the importance of not using your cell phone for non-work-related matters in the office when you’re on company time.” I point to the device in her hand that still has my teeth on edge.
“Sorry, sir. I hadn’t had lunch or a break.”
I check my watch, growing angrier at my law clerk by the second. “What time did you start today?” I ask, eyebrows furrowing.
“I arrived at seven thirty-four, according to security.”
“It’s after four.”
She practically rolls her eyes at me. “Exactly. I’m a bit tired and hungry. I get this is probably normal for you all, but us average people aren’t used to working to the bone without eating.”
“Ms. Pernetti, all employees should still take a few minutes to break away from the assignment and clear their heads at the very least. I know that Ms. Dalton can be a bit anxious, and yes, today was an unusually chaotic day, but you should have eaten. Let us go to the conference room and continue to go over your duties while I have dinner brought up.”
“How long will we be here?” she asks, probably having enough. For Powell she never had to stay past five and as much as I’d hate to admit it, she doesn’t have to stay late here either.
“I will be here all night. You will be going home after you eat.” The thought of our time together being so short makes me miserable. “And before you ask, the company will pay for the food.”
“I could go home and eat,” she offers, annoying me. If she thinks I’m going to let her get away from me so soon she’s out of her mind.
I stand and walk around my desk, straight toward the door, not giving her another chance to debate with me. And another chance for me to breathe in her floral scent that’s driving me wild with every single inhale. “I said you will go home after you eat dinner. Will Chinese do?”
“Yes. I’d love that.” She smiles, and it’s like a shot in the chest. This woman has become my undoing, and we’ve only just met.
“Good. There’s a menu for a place we prefer in the kitchen. Also, grab a snack while you’re in there. Don’t let me hear that you haven’t eaten again.”
As a lawyer, I can read people and I know, I make her uneasy, but I do that to everyone. Although it’s only her first day, her unease could be that or perhaps she can feel the energy between us. Does she feel this sexual charge like I do? I shouldn’t even be considering that line of thinking, but I am.
“Um… where is the kitchen?” Fuck, I’m her boss. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose to get myself and this raging lust under control. I want to bend her over stuff my cock deep inside of her, but I can’t. “Never mind, I’ll find it.”
“No, I’ll show you.” I stay in front of her so she can’t accidentally get a glimpse of my bulge ready to burst from my slacks and I can’t get a shot of her round ass. We enter the kitchen and find Ms. Dalton is standing there on her phone with a cup of coffee in the Keurig.
“Oh, here is your coffee, sir,” she blurts out.
“I don’t want any coffee. Order the usual from our Chinese place and whatever Ms. Pernetti wants.” I don’t have the capability for niceties at the moment. My body has run out of blood for thought and patience for strength. Storming from the room without another word so that my cock could calm down and I could readjust the hard bastard, I leave the ladies alone which might not be the best idea. I just reprimanded Ms. Dalton and if she’s already pushed out my other assistants, Ms. Pernetti won’t be far behind.
I turn back and catch the edge of their conversation.
“You two… are…” Ms. Pernetti asks.
“Heaven’s no. The man is made of freaking stone. I don’t think he has feelings.” Not for you, but I just discovered them for a beautiful brunette with big doe eyes and an hourglass figure.
“I’m sure he does, but….”
“They’re not meant to be discussed in the office, ladies. Now, please get your snacks and order the food so we can get back to work,” I say, ducking my head into the kitchen doorway, startling my woman.
“Yes, sir,” Ms. Dalton answers like she should and then I leave again to grab my briefcase and laptop, setting it down in the conference room before checking on the women.
“Ms. Pernetti. I don’t see anything in your hands, so I’m assuming that you have either eaten in a rush or don’t follow directions well.”
She raises her pretty, perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me with a bit of sass. “I follow directions quite well. However, you were gone a total of a minute, and I was giving Ms. Dalton my order and apologizing for getting her in trouble.”