Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I raise my cup to her. “Here’s hoping.”
“I don’t have time for this,” Lauren says, closing the back door, then climbing into the front seat. “Don’t forget the kids.”
“Aye aye, captain,” I say, saluting her. “I have a date tonight.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “A date I hope to become the pretzel.”
She laughs as she pulls out of the driveway.
By the time I make it to the studio doing my routine and making it back home where I get the kids ready and settled, I have just enough time to throw on a dark blue summer dress. I pick up my purse from the bed, tossing the bra and panties that I am happily going without.
Chapter Seven
Noah
Sitting at my desk, the files are open all over it. I tap the desk when I hear the sound of Austin’s ringtone.
“Yeah,” I say after finding it under a file that’s now littered all over the floor. “Shit.”
“What the fuck was that text you sent me?” he asks, making me wonder what he’s talking about.
I take the phone from my ear, turning the speaker on while I go through my text messages. There it is, the text I sent this morning.
What should I cook for someone who eats cock?
I laugh at the vagueness of it. “I think the question is pretty spot-on. I have a date tonight. When I asked her what she likes to eat she said cock. Obviously I’ve got enough cock to feed her, but should I put out an appetizer before the cock dish?” I smile, putting my feet on my desk.
“Where do you find these girls?” he asks, sighing loudly.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Swollen Nuts?” I laugh at him. “So what do you think I should put out? Should it be something that could be eaten off my dick?” I tap my chin with my finger, thinking.
“Like what, a fucking sushi roll? Buy the wrap and wrap your dick. You know other people actually have bigger problems.”
“Oh, shit, did Lauren fuck you up like Donkey Kong?” I sit up, wondering how much more he can take before he snaps.
“No, we called a truce. It’s all good,” he whispers now. “So seriously, where do you meet these girls?”
“It’s for me to know and you to find out. So whipped cream? Chocolate? What do you think?”
“I have to go,” he says, hanging up the phone.
I toss it back on my desk and pick up the papers that have fallen on the floor. When I finally have them in order I get up, walking to my assistant’s desk.
“Alfred, can you order me a platter of fruit, with chocolate and whipped cream? I’ll swing by and pick them up at six.” I watch him write it on the paper, his hand shaking. “Oh, and you can have tomorrow off. I’m in court all day.” I walk toward HR where I knock on Cassandra’s door before walking in.
“Hey, I’m not interrupting you, am I?” I ask her, pretending I care. I don’t. I sit down in the chair in front of her desk.
“What can I do for you, Noah?” she asks, leaning forward on her desk.
“I need a new assistant,” I say while she rolls her eyes. “I’m serious, Cassie, he just took a message I think Mickey Mouse called, because I can’t read it. It looks like chicken feet.”
She leans back, picks up the stack of papers in front of her, and taps it on the desk. “Noah, we have gone over this. You can’t be trusted with female assistants. You slept with the last four out of five.”
I laugh at her. “Actually, it was five out of five, but who is counting? And I didn’t sleep with them here.”
Her eyebrows shoot up.
“Okay, fine, I didn’t sleep with them all here, while we were working, she was punched out.”
“Noah, it was noon. And her husband came to have lunch with her.”
I shake my head, thinking about it. “It wasn’t my fault he showed up unannounced and she told me they were separated. She cried on my shoulder. What was I supposed to do?” I ask her. I make it a rule to not fuck with anyone who’s married. I honestly thought she was getting divorced. She told me for a month that she was feeling down about the separation. “She lied to me and broke my trust also.” I put my hand to my heart. “Now how am I to trust anyone else who tells me they’re getting divorced? Should I ask for the filed papers? Should I look them up while in the bathroom?”
“This is serious, Noah. She could have come back and sued you. If you want, I can give you Norma. Leonard is going on vacation for a month. You can have her.”
I throw my head back and blow out a huge breath. “Okay, fine, but can we start looking for a replacement? Someone who can take notes fast and be on the balls.”