Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Awwww.
“No, I’m not quitting,” I tell her. At least, I don’t think I am. “I just… I have to tell someone.”
“What is it?”
“Me and Mr. Raven,” I say, not quite believing it even though I was there. “We kissed.”
Her eyebrow goes up. “How much champagne did you have?”
“I’m serious,” I say as I tighten my grip on her arm. “In my office. He saw the lingerie catalogue on my desk and then we kissed.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she says, waving her hand between us. “That’s a pretty big jump. How exactly did you go from catalogue on desk to lip-locked with our new boss?”
“I don’t even know,” I say. It’s all a blur in my mind. I’m still not quite sure I didn’t hallucinate the whole thing. I mean, why would he be interested in me? Seriously?!
Aisha casually glances over her shoulder at our new boss. He’s still staring at me. She turns back around with a grin.
“That man is eye-fucking the shit out of you.”
“I know!” I nearly shriek. “I don’t get it.”
“What’s not to get?” she says, looking at me funny. “You’re a total badass. You started this company from scratch. You’re the sweetest, smartest, funniest person I know. And you look hot as fuck in this pantsuit. Hell, I’d make out with you and I’m not even attracted to girls.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on, Aisha. He could have any girl he wants. I have acne scars all over my face, what’s he looking at me for?”
She frowns, giving me a nasty look. “Don’t talk about my friend like that,” she warns. “You are fucking beautiful.”
I shake my head as I glance over at him. Maybe I did hallucinate it…
Linda comes over, already tipsy from all the champagne she’s been downing. She throws a heavy arm on my shoulder and gives me a wet kiss on the cheek.
“We did it, Kyra,” she says, spraying the side of my face with spittle. “We sold it. The next phase of our lives starts now.”
I’m watching Mr. Raven through the corner of my eye. It kind of feels like the next phase of my life is starting, but not for the reasons she’s talking about.
My whole life is about to change dramatically. Either I get fired from my position or I remain here, but the entire office atmosphere will be different with Mr. Raven running things. For one, I’ll be wearing lingerie every day under my work clothes. For what reason, I can’t possibly fathom, but that’s what the new boss wants and I’m not about to disobey a direct command from the powerful man.
“So,” Linda whispers into my ear as she squeezes me a little tighter. “Don’t you want to know how much you’re getting?”
I’m keeping my eye on Mr. Raven as I take a sip of champagne.
“Twenty-three million dollars.”
I spit out my champagne and then start choking loudly as my eyes water and the inside of my nostrils burn. Twenty-three million dollars?!? What the fuck?!
I wasn’t expecting that at all. I didn’t really think about it, so in the back of my head I was going to get like a few hundred thousand dollars or something. Not this much. She’s The Sun had to take on multiple rounds of investors over the years and I just kind of assumed that Linda’s ownership position had been severely diluted over the years. I didn’t realize… Twenty-three million?! What the hell?
Everyone is looking at me as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Mr. Raven never takes his eyes off me, which is humiliating. He must have seen the whole thing. I just keep digging myself deeper and deeper into this never-ending hole of embarrassment and shame.
“Excuse me,” I mutter as I hurry into my office to clean up and gather myself.
I’m a mess of emotions and swirling thoughts. My hot boss seems to have a crush on me for some reason, I’m suddenly a deca-millionaire, and I’m dripping with champagne.
I sit at my desk and pull some napkins out of my drawer. I take a deep breath, wipe myself down, and look at the photo of me and Linda on the wall. We did it. We actually did it.
Now that the shock has worn off a little, pride and excitement take its place. My heart hums in my chest as I remember all of the work, all of the struggles, all of the obstacles we overcame.
The door slowly creeps open and my eyes dart up just in time to see Mr. Raven walking in.
“Are you alright?” he asks in that thick rich voice that sends tingles shooting down my spine. He’s so hot in that fitted navy blue suit, crisp white shirt, dark gray tie, and shiny black shoes. His wavy brown hair is styled perfectly to the side. There’s not an inch on him that’s out of place.