Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“The rest is history,” I say, hopping off the desk and backing toward the door. “Thanks for coming to let me out, boss. Good night.”
“I want the rest, Stella.”
With my pulse ticking in my temples, I keep walking.
He wants the rest.
The rest of what? Me or the story?
His gruff tone makes it impossible to tell. But I can’t give him either one.
4
Aiden
“It’s going to be a good day,” I mutter to myself, popping two Advil and swallowing them dry. Unfortunately, on board meeting days, my mantra doesn’t ring quite as true.
Leland crosses the office and stands in front of my desk with the demeanor of a pallbearer. “Are you ready, boss?”
No. “Of course.” I force a decent smile onto my face, though it’s a struggle. “They’re waiting in the conference room?”
“Yes. According to Linda in reception, they have rejected the muffin tray and are requesting sashimi.”
Hold on to that smile. “At ten thirty in the morning?”
“Yes,” Leland sniffs, disapprovingly. “I don’t know why board meetings can’t still be done remotely. They just come here to flex their power and kill our vibe. Linda says they didn’t even comment on your decorations. They have some nerve—”
“Easy now, buddy.” I push back from my desk and stand, reaching out to pat Leland on the shoulder. “You’re going to pop a blood vessel in your eye again.”
The vein adjacent to my assistant’s eye throbs ominously. “Don’t you ever want to tell them to just…fuck right off?”
I start to deny it, but that would be a lie. I’m a terrible liar, too. He’d see through me easier than a piece of swiss cheese. “Of course I do,” I sigh. “But they own this department store same as I do. They kept it going through some tough times and we all have jobs because of it.”
“You’re conveniently forgetting the fact that you bailed out Vivant five years ago. They conveniently forget as well. They treat you like they did you a favor, instead of the reverse.”
I gather up the necessary paperwork for the meeting. “Leland, if complaining a little makes them feel better about not being hands-on, let them. I don’t need a pat on the back.”
Ah, geez. The tip of his nose is turning red. “But you deserve one, boss.”
“Well, there. Just got one, didn’t I?” I come around the desk, grinning. “Let’s go eat some raw fish and pretend it’s a blueberry muffin.”
On the way out of my office, I can’t help but glance back at my desk. At the exact spot where Stella sat on Tuesday night after I carried her up here. It’s Thursday now and I haven’t seen her once since then. It’s been killing me to stay away, but Jesus, I have no idea what to do about her. I came dangerously close to kissing her perfect mouth right there in the elevator. Then once again in my office. And after having her thighs hug my waist for nearly five minutes, my body wanted a lot more than kissing. I haven’t been that hard in God knows how long. My cock was so stiff, I had to face the opposite direction and think about the time I walked in on Aunt Edna shaving her bikini line with a straight razor.
Yeah, this girl. She gets to me. Bad.
I don’t often act without logic, but that’s exactly what I’ve done here.
I’ve essentially hired Stella—on a trial basis—so that I could see more of her. But in turn, hiring Stella has made her off limits. Not only would kissing her be a violation of company policy and an unforgiveable abuse of power…I sense it would be a complication totally separate from our positions at Vivant.
I don’t mind complications. I’d do just about anything to get complicated with her.
I’m just not sure she’d want to get complicated with me.
She’s made it pretty clear that she thinks I’m the world’s biggest cheeseball.
My worst transgression is a parking ticket. While she was in prison, lonely and cold—I’m actually going to break out in hives just thinking about it—I was up here in this cushy office worrying about product displays and purchase orders. Easy. So easy compared to what she’s faced. And I think that’s what she was trying to tell me on Tuesday night when she confided the reason she got convicted. It was a roundabout way of saying we’re different.
Too different.
And she’s not interested.
Why else would she have run out of here like I offered her moldy toast?
On my way down the hall, I catch sight of my reflection in one of the glass partitions between desks left over from the pandemic. I’m smiling, even though I’m dreading the next couple of hours with every fiber of my being. I’m wearing a bright red bow tie and suspenders and I can already see Stella smirking over them.