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)
“That’s a lot of supplies for just yourself.” I wonder how much I’ll have to do as his assistant.
“It’s for the staff as well. We have meetings with the managers of every department once a month. It’s easier for them to have access to last-minute supplies as well as printing capabilities without having to delay our progress. Although Davis proved that it doesn’t always work.” The distaste for my former boss is evident in his voice.
I hear a buzzing sound come from his pocket. “Excuse me, I have a conference call today. Please get to work on the old emails and message me when you’ve finished, so I can give you your next project.”
“Yes, Mr. Hardwick.” He grumbles something to himself before leaving me standing in the storage room, looking at his back until he disappears.
Shaking my head and clearing the hazy feeling, I walk back to my desk and take a seat. Damn, this is the best chair. I’d been too nervous to notice it when I first arrived, but now I’m practically turning into mush as I sit here. It’s no wonder he had to fire so many assistants. When you’re this comfortable, it’s hard to stay awake. Still, I’ve never been a slacker, so I contact Bill in IT and in ten minutes he has me ready to go with my new logins and access to Mr. Hardwick’s emails. As soon as I hang up with Bill, I pop open the emails and gasp. There have to be fifty unopened messages. I read them and print out the important ones, making notes on them so he can have what he needs.
It takes all morning to go through each email and voicemail. Thankfully, half are repeats, and interestingly there is one from the bitch that called this morning. She left it on Friday. Wow, what a difference in tone and intention.
Hello, Mr. Hardwick. This is Veronica Monroe. I don’t know if you remember me, but we met at the charity last week. I’m interested in doing business with your firm. Please contact my office at…
I take down the message, even though I know it’s not what she really wants. What a bitch. Although I can’t blame her for wanting my sexy boss, she’s still a conniving woman. Everything about Lincoln Hardwick commands powerful energy and demands complete surrender, so the woman who he has under him is lucky.
Still, I have to remember that I didn’t work hard to fall in unrequited love with my boss. It’s pure lust, or that’s what I’m going with, and that’s something I’ve always avoided.
After I’ve completed all the messages, I knock on the door and immediately regret it. He said to message him, not interrupt his call.
“Come in, Lacey.” I step into his office.
My voice cracks as I apologize. “Sorry, I forgot that you said to message you instead of coming—” He puts his hand up to stop me from speaking before waving me over to his desk. “I’ve finished every message. Here they are for you to go through. They are sorted by date, and some are impatient demands for a response.” He grunts, shaking his head as he takes the stack from me.
He takes a stack of papers off his desk and lifts them toward me. “Run these down to finance. No, better yet, I’ll take these down. File these documents in that cabinet.” He stands up and taps a pile of folders on the edge of his desk. “I’ll be back in a moment.” Does he think I’m that incompetent that I can’t run down to finance?
Chapter Three
Lincoln
What the hell did I get myself into? Having her so damn close and unable to touch her, taste her, and being buried deep inside her will be the death of me. All morning I worked hard and did my best to sit in my seat instead of checking in on her.
Still, I was on the phone when she comes into my office. Like a fucking magnet, my dick points upward, looking for her hot pussy to sink inside of. I groan and flatten my expression, hoping that she can’t read the arousal pumping through me like a fire hose ready to be opened.
As she stands there in her pretty top, that’s modest compared to other women around here, and all I can think about is undressing her. I have a bunch of minor errands that she’s more than capable of handling, but I change my mind with my next breath. The idea of her heading down in that sexy pencil skirt and pretty pink blouse where all the men in finance will get a glimpse of her beauty sets my teeth on edge.
She picked up the stack of files and walked over to the cabinet. Lacey bends over to file the documents while I rush out of my office before I make a fool out of myself or end up in fucking HR for sexual harassment.