Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I can’t believe this is my boss.
I’m in trouble.
Chapter Two
Wyatt
A broken water main in the area shut down the courthouse for the remainder of the day which was perfect for me since the piece of shit law clerk who had just six months under his belt with my firm left earlier than the two weeks he was supposed to give me. I’d received an email this morning, but I hadn’t had a moment to deal with the matter.
Unfortunately, I have a new employee starting today, so there’s enough chaos going on that I might not get a lot done.
When I arrived at the office, I didn’t find my new office assistant at her desk ready to greet me like I was any other client entering the lobby. It pissed me off more than a bubbly personality. In fact, her desk was completely empty and there were no signs that she had even been there. I wanted to fire her already.
Snarling, I drop off my coat and briefcase in my office before I hunt down my last remaining law clerk to figure out what’s going on. I hear commotion in the reference room, so I enter and find several employees leaning over the table combing through documents and reference materials.
It almost looks like a massive cram session or a shredding party. Neither are the case, although there is just one damn problem with the scene in front of me. Hell, if I’m truthful, I have a lot to say about the sight in front of me.
“What’s going on here, Ms. Dalton?” The question is curt and pointed because my brain has suddenly short-circuited. Four sets of eyes are on me, but there is only one pair that gains my complete attention. They’re extremely gorgeous and full of awe at this moment.
“Mr. Smolinsky left for Finch & Morris this morning, so we’re cleaning up his mess.” Ms. Dalton speaks, breaking my concentration on the newest addition to my team. Her voice picks up almost an entire octave as if she’s scared of me. She should be because my mood has suddenly become erratic. My brand-new employee shouldn’t be hunched over papers.
“Did he?” I ask as if I wasn’t already aware of the situation. My eyes linger on my sudden obsession, scowling and then looking down at the papers on the desk. She follows my gaze, that’s focused on her unbuttoned blouse. Her plump breasts are nearly on display for Jason Maxwell to see. His line of sight is aimed directly in her direction.
“Maxwell, Johnson, see yourselves down to your offices now. I need to have a word with Ms. Dalton in private.” They quickly depart with their tails between their legs as they should because I’m a step away from firing them for ogling her.
“You.” I then glare at my new employee. My emotions were a riotous mix of anger and jealousy. “Fix your blouse and sit right there until I return.”
She blushes harder with embarrassment than the one already on her flushed face. I turn on my heel, quickly exiting as Ms. Dalton follows me out and into the conference room across the hall. When I close the door, I say, “If you’re looking for brownie points, this isn’t the way to get them.”
“Work needed to be done,” she insists, daring to argue.
“Nothing was that urgent that it needed four employees, including my newest employee who has other tasks as well as two other lawyers’ clerks. If you and Smolinsky had done your job, we wouldn’t be in a rush. I don’t have another trial until next week and I have everything for this case unless something else should pop up unexpectedly.” My temples throb with the mounting irritation.
“I just wanted to make sure we weren’t set behind and the guys offered to help. They know Valentine, so they wanted to help her on her first day up here.” Those fuckers want to bed her that’s why they were eager to lend a hand. Those assholes couldn’t go a day without seeing her.
“I bet. Now, go get that shit cleaned up while I deal with Ms. Pernetti.” I leave without another word.
I return to the reference room to find the beautiful assistant smiling down at her phone and typing away. A growl comes from my throat and I don’t even recognize the sound myself. Her eyes shoot upward to me standing in the doorway. “Ms. Pernetti,” I snarl. “Please come into my office.”
She stands and I turn to avoid taking a second glance at her sexy legs. My dick is so hard I could cut glass with this fucker, so I walk ahead. The entire way to my office is painful, but I manage to get there without grunting.
“Take a seat,” I say, letting her move past me. While I close the door, I take that second to adjust my cock before walking to my side of the desk and taking a seat in my favorite leather chair. “Ms. Dalton informs me that she put you in a very awkward position this morning and you have responded quite well, given your inexperience.” She didn’t say all that, but she didn’t kick her out of the room, so she must have been doing a good job.