Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Yes, Mr. Hardwick.”
“I’ll be on a call this morning, so please don’t come into my office without knocking.”
“As always.” I never just burst through the door, so I don’t know why he’d say that today.
“I could do without the attitude.”
“Ditto,” I mutter, taking a seat behind my desk so I can actually settle in and turn on my computer.
“I need those soon.”
“So, you don’t want me to check voicemails first?”
“You can do that, but don’t take all day.” I smile with a look of hatred, and to think I dreamed of this bastard fucking me all night long to walk in with this attitude. He’s in a completely different mood this morning, like something’s on his mind.
An hour later, all the copying has been completed, along with all the voicemails checked, and several answered. Now, I knock on his door even though his line isn’t active. He doesn’t answer, so I call out his name softly, but he still doesn’t answer. I knock again, and he doesn’t answer, so I open the door and check on him. When I open it, he startles awake. “What the hell did I tell you about knocking?”
“I was knocking. I didn’t realize naptime was scheduled on your calendar. Here are the documents you requested and the calls you need to return.” I set everything on his pristine desk and storm out of the room with my teeth clenched and fists tight at my sides. That man drives me insane.
I hear his expensive shoes quickly follow behind me until he grips my arm and spins me around, so my ass hits the edge of my desk. “Woman, you are pushing me. You have a smart mouth.” His body is inches from mine, his lips nearly touching mine. “You drive me crazy. If you weren’t such an excellent assistant….” I would be fired.
“Just doing what I’m paid for.” I pull out of his hold and shimmy away before I do something dumb and close the distance and kiss his lips. We work each other’s nerves, and yet, I want him to bend me over his desk or my desk and ram my virginity away with that authoritative presence he brings.
“You live in a shitty neighborhood.” I stop my movements and turn to face him.
“What?”
“It’s not safe. Especially the way you’re dressed.” I’m about to read him the riot act, but he presses his fingers to my lips. “Stop. I know damn well that doesn’t stop sick fucks, but you in this tight fucking skirt with your double handful ass cheeks on display draw attention to any red-blooded man. You can’t be dressing like that to work.”
“Only your Hooker can?”
“Enough with her. I’m not fucking her or anyone else. The only action my big dick gets is my hand every single night.” My mouth falls open, and my eyes drop to his pants. “Close that mouth, or I’ll fucking make those rumors about us a fucking reality, and I don’t think you’re ready for what I want to do to you.”
The elevator doors open before either of us can respond, and it’s his lawyer. “In here, Phillips.” He turns back to me and says, “Send all calls to voicemail and go home for the day.”
“But—”
“I said go home, damn it.” I grab my purse after shutting everything down and leave for the day while trying to process what he said. Did he just confess to wanting me like I want him? What does he want to do to me?
I shake it all off because it doesn’t matter. The grumpy ass can easily dismiss me as if it doesn’t mean anything. Ugh, I hate how infuriatingly insane he makes me feel.
Since Greg isn’t expecting me, I sneak out of the building and take the train home. I need to think without having anyone there to distract me or tell Lincoln anything.
A message comes up on my phone.
You’re in fucking trouble. Greg told me you left on the train.
I deleted the message I was going to send and then responded with… How about I just quit?
Nice try. We’ll talk about this later. He sends two emojis that I swear take me by surprise. A hand and a peach. Did he just say he’s going to spank my ass?
You wouldn’t dare.
Try me, my flower.
By the time I meet my friends, I’m completely horny and worked up. Monday is going to be interesting. Maybe I’ll stroll into work in something like what I’m wearing tonight and see if he has anything to say about this kind of outfit.
Chapter Nine
Lincoln
Fuck, I wish I didn’t let my slip. This damn migraine only seemed to ease when I found my release. The doctor says I have an issue with my blood pressure, and I should learn to calm down, and I could if I have Lacey by my side, but I fuck that shit up every time we’re together. Hell, I find a reason to give her stupid duties, so I can speak to her, and yet, I bark out orders because if I’m nice, she smiles at me, and I want to bring her into my arms and kiss those soft fucking lips.