Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I glance at the time on my phone, cursing when it tells me it’s three minutes past nine. Rushing, I scamper out of the bathroom and back to my desk. My face flames when I realize Sean’s standing there waiting for me.
Shit.
I begin to blabber apologies, ducking my head to try and hide my embarrassment. “Sorry, sorry. I was just—”
“What are you apologizing for?” he interrupts, giving me a heated once-over with his dark gaze. I sink into my chair behind my desk, unable to stop the shiver that runs through me under his inspection.
“I kept you waiting,” I say, smoothing my hair out of my face.
“For a minute,” he answers, rolling his eyes. “I’m a patient man, Savannah. I will wait for you as long as it takes.”
Why am I being tortured by the universe right now? Seriously, this can’t be legal. It’s inhumane what he’s doing to me.
“W-what can I do for you?” I look up at him and put on my best customer service face.
“Your coffee order.”
“What?”
“Coffee,” he repeats with a smirk that disarms me completely. I swear I’ll swoon if I’m not sitting down. My knees feel weak. His voice is low and smooth as he adds, “How do you take it, sweetness?”
My traitorous mind conjures up an image of him asking the same thing in bed. Braced over me, strong arms flexing on either side of my body, that sinful voice asking me, “How do you take it, sweetness?”
“Latte,” I fumble out, shaking my head rapidly to try and clear the dream. It’s too late. I’m already craving him in every way. “Shouldn’t I be the one getting everyone their coffee? I’m just the secretary, you’re the boss…”
“You can come with me if it’ll make you feel better,” he offers, shrugging as though we’re on the same level. Does he truly believe that? “If anyone’s calling the front desk at ten to nine in the morning, they deserve to wait anyway.”
I gape at him. From what I’ve gathered, he’s laid back but clearly excellent at his job. I’ve seen the numbers reports on the email chain to the accountant. The sheer amount of zeros in the profit margin column made my eyes bulge out of their sockets.
Yet, he’s not a tyrant. He doesn’t boss people about or make employees so stressed they cry like I’ve seen in my past jobs. Everyone I’ve spoken to seems to genuinely enjoy working here, though there’s not exactly time for deep and meaningful conversations with my coworkers during the work day. Still, nobody has warned me to run while I can, like a waitress once did when I started a local hostess job. That has to be a good sign. Damn him for making it so hard to find something wrong with him. No man can be this perfect.
“I’ll go see what everyone else wants,” I rush to say, pushing away from the desk and practically sprinting onto the main office floor before the filter between my brain and my mouth fails and I say something truly stupid.
I find a cluster of my coworkers in the kitchen, some already clutching mugs of instant coffee. They sigh happily and give me wide grins when I tell them I’m doing a coffee run, and I type out their orders on my notes app. I try to dawdle, needing to take some space away from Sean and his irresistible presence, but five minutes later, I’m waiting for the elevator with him at my side.
“So, how are you finding the work?” he asks. To everyone else, I’m sure it seems like a nice boss checking up on his new hire. But I can’t help reading into every word out of his mouth, dissecting his tone in search of hidden secrets.
“Good,” I reply, thankful when the elevator comes.
The doors slide closed after us, but he doesn’t press the button for the ground floor. I’m suddenly very aware that this is far worse. I’m stuck with him in a small space alone.
“You’re killing me, sweetness.” He ambles towards me. I step back, my back hitting the mirrored wall of the elevator. There’s nowhere for me to run, but even if there is, I know I won’t. I want to be caught by him, even though I know it’s wrong. “Having you so close but not being able to touch you… You’re incredible, Savannah. Smart and strong and stunning—”
“And your secretary,” I add, my voice shaking.
“That is not a disincentive.”
He’s so close now that if I push up on my tip-toes, I can kiss him. It’s so tempting. This whole thing is killing me too, but shit, I’m just trying to do the right thing here. What if I give in, let him seduce me, end up in his bed, and then he decides he’s done? I lose more than just a man. I’ll lose my job, too.