Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I looked. It was perfection. His suit pants were made to show it off. I wondered if he’d requested that specifically.
He laughed at something other man said, and in that moment, I knew I really wasn’t going to turn him down if he propositioned me or if he made it clear my job involved more than paperwork, phone calls, and protecting his time.
The sound made me shiver. He looked so relaxed, so pleased with himself. I guessed he had plenty of reasons to be pleased, but damn it looked good on him.
“I think your new assistant is here,” the other man said.
Mr. Montgomery turned around and graced me with a smile. “Benjamin, I see you also like to start the day early.”
“Yes, sir. I wanted to get familiar with everything at my desk before the day started.”
“Why don’t we take a look at everything together?”
“I’m sure you’re busy. I can look around on my own and then whenever…your previous assistant or whoever will be training me arrives, they can explain my duties.”
Mr. Montgomery shook his head. “I prefer a personal touch.”
The man he’d been talking to coughed, and Mr. Montgomery turned to face him.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
He shrugged. “Not anywhere as interesting as this.” He glanced in my direction, then back at Mr. Montgomery.
“Benjamin, this is Ford Wainwright. He is my corporate attorney and a close friend. Ford, this is Benjamin. As you guessed, he’s my new assistant.”
“Welcome to Montgomery Enterprises.” Mr. Wainwright held out his hand, and I shook it. Then he turned back to my boss. “Maybe you were right after all.”
“I always am,” Mr. Montgomery answered.
Something was clearly going on between them that I didn’t understand.
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon,” Mr. Wainwright said to me, then to Mr. Montgomery, “Call me later.”
As he walked away, Mr. Montgomery said, “Don’t pay any attention to him.”
“Even if he requests a meeting with you later?”
He grinned. “Seeing that he’s my lawyer, you probably shouldn’t ignore him then. Now, let’s take a look at your setup and see what you might need.
“I’m sure whatever your previous assistant used will be fine.”
“Possibly. Possibly not.”
He studied the chair behind my desk and frowned. “We’ll order you a new one. This one has been here for at least two years.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.”
“I like my assistants to be comfortable so they can concentrate on their work.”
“I promise I’ll be comfortable enough in this chair.”
“Comfortable enough isn’t what I’m going for, and this system could be updated,” he said as he looked at the computer. “I will have what you need by tomorrow.”
I stared at the state-of-the-art equipment on the desk. What would it be like to have so much money you could throw it around like this? Of course, office equipment was probably some sort of tax write-off for him.
A few moments later, a woman walked off the elevator pushing a rolling clothes rack. Several suits covered in plastic hung from it. “Is this your dry cleaning?”
Did billionaires do such mundane things as have dry cleaning sent out, or did they just get new suits when the old ones were dirty?
He shook his head. “These are for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you’re going to work here, then you need to dress to my standards.”
I looked down at my suit. I’d spent hours picking it out when I’d gotten my previous job. It was perfectly appropriate, even for this office. “There’s nothing wrong with what I have on.”
He raised his brows. Damn. It was my first day and I was already pushing my luck with him. “Your suit is adequate, but we can do better.”
“While my compensation is quite competitive, I can’t afford to dress to your style.”
“You’ve misunderstood. Providing you with office wear is one of the perks I provide my assistant.”
“So you bought suits for your last assistant?”
Ignoring my question, he picked a suit from the rack and motioned toward his office. “Go try one on in my bathroom.”
“Mr. Montgomery, I’m—”
He cleared his throat and stared at me. He didn’t have to say anything else. I took the suit he was holding and headed into his office.
I slipped it on after spending a few minutes gawking at the luxury of his personal bathroom. He had hand towels that were softer than any I’d ever felt.
The suit fit me almost as perfectly as his suits fit him. How had he known my size? And how did he have this made so quickly? I guess he really did get everything he wanted. Maybe had suit-making elves at his disposal? I wouldn’t be surprised.
When I looked in the mirror, I sucked in a breath. I’d looked good in what I’d worn to work, but in this…I looked fucking amazing. This suit had to cost thousands. I couldn’t accept it, no matter how good I looked.