Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I check my watch again, shaking my head.
That is, if my assistant ever shows up.
It surprises me that she's late. January Frost is the most organized, efficient, and confident woman I’ve ever met. She’s unbelievably smart. Never needs me to repeat myself and gets the job done perfectly the first time, every time.
She really is my right hand.
The problem is, she’s always so concerned with what other people think. She worries about making it home on time to keep plans with her friends. She worries about others in the company getting more recognition than her. Her biggest issue is she worries too much about what her family thinks.
Especially her mother.
January’s a grown woman. A beautiful, sexy woman with the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She’s got these full pink kissable lips and long silky brown hair. I’m sure she drives every man wild with her knockout body.
She may not realize it, but I pay attention. To everything.
That’s part of the problem.
I’m constantly reminding my dick to stand down whenever she’s around. It’s a struggle most days.
If she weren’t my assistant and I saw her outside of work, I’d definitely be sending a drink her way. But she is my assistant, so it’s a moot point.
I glance down at my watch again and sigh. It’s really out of character for her to be late. And now I’m worried, so I send her a text.
“Are you on your way?” I shoot the text off to her.
She answers immediately. “Yes, I’m coming.”
I stare at the words, my mind going to a dark place. A dirty place. A place where I imagine January saying those exact words for me as I make her come over and over.
I shake my head, pushing the thoughts away. “Well, you’re late.”
She knows how I feel about tardiness.
“Five more minutes. Try smiling while I’m on my way. They say it improves your mood.”
I blink, and then type back. “I don’t need a mood enhancement. What I need is my assistant by my side.” What I really need is a stiff drink to handle this trip with her. Every other trip we’ve been on I’ve had to fight my attraction to her, but I feel like it’s getting harder and harder to do as time ticks by.
True to her word, five minutes later, I hear, “Sorry, sorry.” Her familiar soft voice catches my attention over all the surrounding noise. January rushes toward me, pulling her suitcase while trying to keep her carry-on bag from falling off her slender shoulder. Her brown hair falls into her face and she’s trying to blow it away with her full lips since she has no free hands.
I hide my amusement as she approaches.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Luge. The Uber I called never showed up, so I had to call another and he was running behind. Then we got stuck in traffic, and trying to get close to the entrance of this airport is almost impossible with all these holiday travelers…” Her words fall away as her eyes meet mine. “You’re not smiling.”
“Hmm,” I hum.
She swallows, nodding her head. “You should try it. See...” She gives me a dazzling smile, full of amusement. The sight of it nearly knocks me off my feet.
So, I turn and head toward our terminal to collect myself while she follows behind. Her heavy breathing catches my attention, and I stop walking to turn around.
“You sure pack a lot for a weekend awards ceremony.”
Her eyes avert from mine as she adjusts her carry-on bag. “I like to be prepared.”
“Prepared for the apocalypse?” I sigh and grab the carry-on off her shoulder. “What did you pack, bricks?”
She gives a small grin as she rolls her shoulder, which must truly be aching from the weight of this thing.
“No, just a few necessities.”
I turn back around and continue walking, wondering what necessities she needs that weigh so much. Then I wonder what other things she’s packed. Panties, bras, skimpy night clothes. I give my head a shake to knock thoughts of her tempting body out of it.
And just like that, we’re shuffled through security and onto the crowded plane. Normally, I fly business class or first class, but with the holiday rush, I was just happy January could find us a flight at all.
After take off, I get busy with an acceptance speech in case I win. Ha. Who am I kidding? I’ll win.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll have a speech prepared, because for the next six hours, January won’t stop fidgeting next to me. Distracting me. At first, I tried to ignore her, but her elbow kept poking me. When I mentioned it, she apologized, moving it. Then she kept bouncing her leg like she was trying to shake a fucking spider off her. I reached over and squeezed her knee and she once again apologized.