Page 5 of Foreplay with the Boss

I needed to command respect, like he did. Needed to be stern yet inspiring, like he was.

Needed to know more about every single division in the company and how they ran individually and together, the way he did. Oh, and let’s not forget the way everyone talked about how well his name suited him, because he was as hard and unforgiving as stone, and there was even speculation that his heart was made of impenetrable granite.

Talk about intimidating.

Honestly, I’d heard so much about how amazing he was that I’d started to find him incredibly annoying, without ever meeting him. I wished that my dad would use half as much pride when he talked about me.

As the doors opened with a bing, I stepped into the lobby and worked at shoving down the intimidation I felt just by walking into the office where Mr. Perfect Pants had done so many amazing things.

Being here, in this apprentice position, didn’t mean I’d failed. Not being open to learning would do that. So if becoming a glorified assistant for the immovable Mr. Stone for a month and a half was going to enable me to take over my dad’s company, so help me God, I’d be the best damn personal assistant he’d ever had.

CHAPTER 4

Jameson

“Go ahead and send her in.” I disconnected the line to the front desk and sat straighter in my seat. Ready or not, it was training time. If I were optimistic about this whole situation, I’d tell myself that maybe Katrina Taylor would help me accomplish more work instead of waste hours of my time.

I could use a good personal assistant to take over all the little time-consuming stuff that ate away hours of my day, but I was enough of a control freak that I hesitated to delegate tasks to someone I hadn’t personally trained to be me. Which would only take more time. I doubted a spoiled girl who needed her father to get her a job would fit the bill, though. I’d trained a lot of people in my day, but some were simply untrainable, mostly because they were too lazy to put in the effort it took to get to that next level.

My pen rolled off the edge of my desk, and I bent over to retrieve it. The door opened, and through the crack under my desk, I saw sexy shoes.

Sexy shoes that looked very familiar.

Great. Now I’m imagining things. It wasn’t like black high-heels were uncommon, and the fact that a woman I’d just met was taking up so much of my brain-space meant it was time to call up one of my usuals and take enough of the edge off that I could make it a few more days.

I sat up and forgot how to swallow.

Kat’s eyes flew wide, and her mouth dropped open. “I…You… You’re JT Stone?”

“In the flesh. And you must be Katrina Taylor.” She nodded.

Fuck me. Now of course I saw it, how Katrina could be Kat. But how could this…? Of all the people I could run into on the fucking train.

“Should I…?” She gestured to the chair. “Or I can stand.” “Please take a seat.” I needed to eradicate every thought I’d had about her and having those long legs wrapped around my waist. Definitely needed to avoid thinking about the way her heels would dig into my ass as I drove into her again and again.

I waved goodbye to my chance of taking a taste of those perfect tits. I couldn’t help taking one last subtle glance at them. She was breathing heavy enough that her chest was rising and falling, rising and falling, making it pretty fucking hard to not think about them.

Okay, so it wouldn’t be my last glance, but I’d never touch them. Never suck one into my mouth and hear her whimper and beg for more.

My hard-on strained against my zipper, and I readjusted in my seat. I needed to stop the dirty image reel, and I needed to do it fast. Not only was this woman going to slow me down, but she was also going to be a huge distraction. I didn’t cross lines with employees, temporary or not, and the fact that she was Stu’s daughter took her from off-limits to don’t-even-imagine-fucking- her territory.

She twisted a strand of hair around her finger and sunk her teeth into her full lower lip. “So, this is awkward, and so not how I planned on starting my new job.”

I curled my hands over my arm rests. “I hope you know that I would never be so unprofessional as to hit on you if I’d known who you were. That’s not how I run my office.”

“I didn’t know who you were, either, I swear. I’m not some crazy stalker who planned out running into you, and now that I think about it, I really should’ve looked up and studied your picture, which actually does sound like a stalker move, so I’m going to stop talking about that, but I’m all about professional lines.”

Shit. Now she was bright red, and it was as adorable as the blush, but I wasn’t thinking of her as adorable anymore, and I could tell she was as mortified as I was. If we could diffuse the situation a little, maybe this wouldn’t be a total clusterfuck. “You didn’t plan getting your purse stuck and a bunch of guys being assholes and not moving out of your way so I’d come help you?”

“How could I even plan something like—” She wrinkled up her forehead. “Oh. You were kidding?”

“I was.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Maybe we should start over.”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

I extended my hand. “Jameson Stone. I usually go by JT when it comes to work.”

She took my hand and shook it. “Katrina Taylor. My friends call me Kat, but I take my job very seriously, and I know that Katrina is someone people will take more seriously, and I also know these shoes are high and ridiculous, and I’m here to learn from you and if you tell me that I need to wear sensible shoes or even flats, I’ll do it. Basically I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

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