Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“We’re not working on deposits today, Miss Clarke,” I say. “We’re just making sure our orders match.”
“Yeah, well, I recognize these from my previous work, so I’m just pointing it out.” She stands up from her chair and walks over to me, making me inhale her strawberry scent, forcing me to remember just how aroused I was sitting in the front seat with her hours ago.
“See?” She places the paper in front of me, and her hair falls forward, grazing my shoulder. “Eighty thousand in bale orders—which we have—but…”
The rest of her words come in muted, and I have no idea what she’s saying. All I can see are her lips parting, begging me to let her come while I’m buried deep inside her.
“Mr. Pearson?” A deep voice obliterates my fantasy, and I look over at the door.
It’s Brian, and he’s armed with a massive yellow and red flower bouquet.
“Come in, Brian,” I say, and Kendall moves her work—and her lips—far away from me.
“I remembered you saying that Miss Clarke was working with you here now, and these were delivered to her desk yesterday afternoon.” He places the blooms on my coffee table. “I’ll be sure to route any future mailings and deliveries up here, Miss Clarke.”
“Thank you, Mister Brian.”
“It’s just Brian.” He smiles at her—really smiles at her, and I narrow my eyes at the sealed envelope dangling from the stems.
“Can I speak to you in private, Brian?” I start walking away before he can answer.
He shuts my door when he makes it into the hall.
“How may I help you, sir?” he asks.
“You can stop looking at Miss Clarke like you’ve never seen a sexy woman before.”
He tilts his head, looking confused.
“You can also tell me who those flowers are from,” I say. “You didn’t mention a boyfriend when I asked you to do your due diligence.”
He blinks.
“Talk, Brian,” I demand. “Talk to me now.”
“I’m surprised that you’re the jealous type, sir.” He smiles. “I can assure you that I’m not interested in Miss Clarke at all, but her smile is infectious. I was simply returning the one she gave me.”
“Does she have a boyfriend?”
“Would you feel threatened if she did?”
Not at all. “Answer my question.”
“I’m going to go do some real work, sir.” He steps back. “I believe it was you who said we don’t have any seconds to waste on anything outside the IPO, just this morning, correct?”
“Don’t make me fire you over something this simple, Brian.”
“You can’t afford to.” He smiles and steps back again. “I’ll see you at lunch with the C-Suite team.”
He walks away without another word, and I return to my desk.
Kendall is now sitting on the edge of my desk, a thicker pen pressed between her lips. Her eyes meet mine, and my cock stiffens in my pants.
“I found something else,” she says. “Can you help me come?”
“What?”
“Can you come here and help me?” she repeats.
“No.” I turn away. “I’ll be back later, Miss Clarke.” I grab a stack of files and walk to the other side of my office.
THE CEO
LUCIAN
The following morning
I need you to get one of the drivers to pick up Miss Clarke for the rest of the week. Well, the rest of her time working here.
Brian
You could have texted me about this last night, sir.
I’m on it, though. I’ve secured her a personal driver from here on out.
Thank you.
Always. I’ll see you at the office, sir.
Did you find out if she has a boyfriend?
Brian…
I can SEE that you’ve read my messages.
6 weeks until the IPO, sir.
Please stay focused.
THE ACCOUNTANT
KENDALL
One Week Down
Five More to Go
A part of me is loving the idea of being picked up and whisked away to work in the morning, but the other part—the more logical one—is tired of this “promotion” already.
There’s no heart inside the beast of Mr. Pearson, no softness around his edges—just a flicker of humanity that emerges here and there.
And unfortunately, those flickers are hardly ever reserved for me, and I have no colleagues to talk to during the day about it.
The C-Suite Team works on a completely different floor during the week, and I only see them coming and going.
“Don’t make me go through this for another day in a row, Miss Clarke.” My driver, Grant, holds the passenger door open for me. “Stalling only makes Mr. Pearson more upset.”
“I’m twenty minutes early,” I say. “I would like to soak up as much time as I can in the free world, thank you.”
He smiles. “Okay, then.”
“Thank you for letting me stop for pancakes today,” I say. “I appreciate it.”
“You’re more than welcome.”
I watch the huge second hand tick by on the Pearson tower ahead of us.
“Can I ask you something about Mr. Pearson, Grant?” I look at him.
“You may, but I can’t promise to have an answer.”
“Fair enough.” I force myself to step out of the car. “Has he always been a terrible boss or was there a time period when he was normal?”