Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Well, she thought they were clients.
“I haven’t forgotten about you, Kirsten,” he said in such a cold voice that Faith wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d started breathing icicles. “Go and wait. We’ll be out in a moment.”
Kirsten’s gaze moved over him, then to her with a huff. “I’ll take my coffee black. Lucien likes one sugar.” She turned and left.
“Do not make them coffee,” Reuben commanded.
She nodded miserably. It was because she made the worst coffee, she got it. He was probably worried that she would poison them.
“Hey. I don’t want you making them coffee, because they’re not staying long.”
Oh.
“Now, what just happened? You looked pale and were swaying.”
“Oh, nothing. I’m fine.”
“Do not lie to me, Little Blossom.”
She stared up at him with her mouth open. What had he just called her? Why hadn’t he barked her first name like usual?
What is happening right now?
“You will not like the consequences if you do that,” he warned. “What is wrong? Are you ill?”
“I just get a bit dizzy if I stand up too fast,” she explained in a rush. “But I’m not ill.”
“Blood pressure?” he guessed correctly.
“Ahh, yes.”
“What do you do for it?” he demanded.
“Shouldn’t you get to your appointment?” she said desperately.
“Faith, answer the question.”
“I just have to eat small meals regularly and drink lots of water. Oh, and eat salt.”
Drat. How did he get that out of her?
He nodded. “I need to go get changed.”
That was it? Whew. Relief filled her. She’d been worried he might use that as grounds to fire her.
“Oh, you’ve got a spare pair of pants?” she asked. “That’s good because it kind of looks like—”
“Like what?” he asked in a silky voice.
“Uh, nothing, sir. Let me know if you need anything.”
After he walked out, she slumped into a chair at the small table. “Damn it, Estelle. You couldn’t behave just once? Because of you, I just threw milk all over the son of Satan.”
Or SOS, as she’d started calling him for short.
She’d even put him into her phone as SOS.
After cleaning everything up, she sat back at her desk and did some research into a company that Reuben’s main client, Mr. De Leon, was considering purchasing.
She’d only seen him once. Now, that was a dangerous, gorgeous man. Not as sexy as Reuben, but still extremely hot.
The door to Reuben’s office opened, and she glanced up as a good-looking man with a thick head of silver hair walked out. He paused, glancing down at Faith with a smile.
He was an attractive looking man. “Hello. I see Reuben has a new assistant. I hope he keeps you around.” He winked at her.
She gave him a small smile back, but there was something about him that seemed off. Thankfully, he moved off to the elevator quickly.
He was followed by Kirsten, who paused at her desk, looking her up and down. “Little country mouse . . . you won’t last long here, dear. I wouldn’t set my sights on the whale.”
She strode off. Damn, she had a sexy walk. If Faith tried walking in heels that high, she’d fall on her face.
“What did she say to you?” Reuben asked, walking up beside her.
“Something about mice and whales. Who is she?”
“A shark,” he replied.
She never thought that city people would be so animal-obsessed.
“They’re brother and sister. Lucian owns a property developing business and he wants Alejandro to invest, I guess you’d say. I don’t trust him, though, and I’m looking into him. Just stay away from them when they’re here.”
“All right.”
“Where is your drink bottle?” he asked abruptly.
“Oh, um, I don’t have one.”
He walked back into his office without a word.
Well. At least she didn’t get fired.
6
Thank God it was Saturday.
Faith stretched as she lay on her uncomfortable sofa bed.
It was so nice not having to get up for work. Lord knew, it was a lot of pressure trying not to mess up all the time, and she was exhausted.
She tried to listen for any movement upstairs. Cammie had yoga on Saturday mornings, then she usually went for coffee with her friends.
Hopefully, Eric was out too. Deciding it sounded quiet, she made her way upstairs to shower. After getting dressed, she moved into the kitchen to grab some food. It was horrible having to move around the house, feeling like an intruder.
If only the basement had a bathroom, she could probably make do with never coming upstairs except for coffee.
God, she loved coffee.
“Oh, you’re here.”
She jumped in the air with a squeal as Eric spoke.
“Christ, do you have to make that much noise? First, you’re like a hippo, stampeding through the house and then you scream like a hyena.”
“S-sorry. I’ll get out of your way.” She snuck a look at him. He was dressed in pajama bottoms and nothing else.
Gross.
Be nice, Faith.
“About time you started doing shit around here, Faith. Earn your keep. I thought you were supposed to clean the house, but the bathroom is in a state.”