Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“What kind of job are you giving me?”
“Data entry.”
“Seriously?”
“And a bit of filing.” He leans back and stretches. I glance at his lean, muscular arms and have to quickly look away.
“Don’t you have employees who can do that for you?”
“None are as nice to look at.”
I let out a surprised laugh. “Is that flirting?”
“Statement of fact.” He gestures at the files I put on the floor at my feet. “Those are out of order. Please file them alphabetically. When you’re done, there’s another stack over here. I need you to input the sums into a spreadsheet. I’m trying to digitize.”
“You’re digitizing your crime empire?”
“You’d be surprised how much accounting and logistics are involved in moving around billions of dollars every day.” He arches an eyebrow. “Is this too complicated for you?”
“I can handle some filing, it’s just that—” I hesitate and glance at Rosie. She’s crawling around and seems content to explore. We need to be out of here and in the solarium in an hour, but I don’t even know where that is. Based on the mountain of files and the way Mass is looking at me, I really doubt I’ll get out of here with enough time to figure it out.
“It’s just what?” he prompts.
An idea occurs to me. “It’s just that you’re so handsome, it’s very distracting.” I try a pleasant smile.
He just stares at me. “If you’re done, please get to work.”
“How am I supposed to work with such a big, gorgeous man around?”
“I can’t tell what you’re trying to do.”
“Currently, I’m trying to hold myself back from sitting in your lap.”
He scowls and looks down at the papers in front of him. “Get to work, Allie.”
I smile to myself and hum softly as I gather up some folders. I let Rosie help. She drags over papers and pulls out more when I open up a cabinet. Each file is marked with what I assume is a company name. It’s pretty obvious where each one goes.
I let Rosie do some of the work. She’s terrible at it. Just awful. “That’s right, baby girl, go ahead and play. Mommy doesn’t mind one bit.”
Daddy clearly does. His jaw works and he’s glaring daggers at the pages in front of him.
I leave Rosie to her task, which she’s excelling at. I head over and plop down in a chair in front of Mass’s desk. He struggles not to look up.
“You’re sexy when you’re doing paperwork,” I say casually.
He rubs the bridge of his nose. “What are you doing?”
“Just trying to start a conversation with my attractive husband.”
“You have an ulterior motive.”
“A girl can’t simply want her gorgeous man?”
“No.” He glares up at me. “Get back to work. Your daughter is making a mess.”
“Oh, she’s my daughter now?” I’m grinning like crazy. “What happened to she’s my daughter too?” I do my best grumpy Mass impression.
He is not amused.
“I called you in here to give you something to do.”
“It’s working beautifully.”
“If you’re simply going to annoy me—”
“No, no, that’s not what I’m doing.” I stand up very casually. It’s too early to get kicked out. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
He doesn’t look convinced.
And he shouldn’t be. Because I spend the next twenty minutes singing to Rosie, helping her fling around the files, and basically making a huge mess. When he gets frustrated, I pretend like this is just what it means to be a parent. I alternate between being as incompetent as possible and shamelessly hitting on him.
“You know, I love that look you get when you’re concentrating,” I say, draping myself against him. His shoulders are big and strong, and even though I’m messing around, he really is sexy as sin. “It’s the same look you get when you’re deep between my legs.”
“I doubt that.” He stares at me. His look is laced with desire and rage. “When I’m ripping you to pieces, I’m too lost in bliss to concentrate.”
Oh, shit. A thrill flares between my legs. I can’t let myself actually get excited though. That would be counterproductive. “Now I think you’re just teasing me.” I pout suggestively.
“And I think you’re having too much fun,” he says softly. One hand laces into my hair and tugs lightly.
I gasp in surprise. He’s close now. His hand presses against my hip, toying with the hem of my shirt. My pulse pounds wildly.
My plan might be backfiring.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I lick my lips and push myself closer to him. His grip on my hair tightens. Our mouths are inches apart. “You’re a busy man. You don’t have time to fool around with your wife in the middle of the day.”
“I’m a Dragon.” One thumb grazes my lower lip. I’m tempted to ask him to slide it onto my tongue so I can suck down hard. “I get to do whatever I want.”