Page 147 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

She turned a hopeful face toward me and I wanted to say yes. What’s a name, right?

I glanced around us to make sure no one could hear me. “No. Ms. Connor. I won’t be hiring you.”

“Please. Just because I carry my father's name doesn’t mean anything. Let me prove I can do the job you need. Besides, my father doesn’t have to know I even work here.”

The doors opened and I stepped in, but she was not letting this—or me—go. She threw a hand up and held the doors.

“This has nothing to do with your damn father and you know it. I will however be taking you home with me tonight. We have a lot to talk about. Don’t think I don’t recognize those sweet, delicious curves, those perfect lips and those pretty baby blues, angel.”

Catching a whiff of body spray with notes of vanilla, my cock responded.

Cherry tilted her head and considered me. The shock in her expression morphed to curiosity. “I thought you wouldn’t recognize me,” she admitted, hooking a long rope of hair behind her ear. Her eyes noted everything about me in the light of the elevator and yeah, she saw my hard cock. I knew because she pulled a lip between her teeth in a way that made my dick twitch with hunger and her cheeks blush all the redder.

“I’ll be back in two hours. Be ready by then.”

“I’m not sure what I should be ready for. I don’t think the nice lady who showed me in will let me hang around if I don’t have a job.”

“My office. Work on the files or something, I don’t care. When I get back, we’ll be leaving.”

Her gaze jerked to meet mine. “You might think this is fun and games, but it’s not, Mr. Sloan. I need this job. Please.” Worry creased her brows, and shit, I didn’t have time for the conversation I wanted to have with her right now.

“Grayson. Not Mr. Sloan. Not when we are alone.” I paused. “Tell you what, figure out my filing system by the time I get back and we’ll talk.”

My eyes drew to the swing of her curvy hips and that sweet, cock-teasing ass as she turned and headed for my office.

“Wait, how old are you?”

“I’ll be twenty-one next month.”

Pre-cum oozed from the tip. I was in so much fucking trouble.

Five

Cherry

Iscrewed my boss.

I screwed my boss.

Technically he wasn’t my boss at the time, but holy crap, I screwed my boss.

Or, who I hoped would be my boss. What if he didn’t hire me? And why would he want to take me to his house? What did he have to say to me there he couldn’t say here?

Shit. I really stepped in it now. I wanted to be responsible and show my parents I was a fucking adult and here I have not only slept with the enemy but I am also—potentially—working for him too.

Yeah, that will go over well at Sunday dinner.

“Crap, there are a lot of files,” I said, looking up at the wall in awe. The expansive space was packed full of files from floor to ceiling with a scrolling ladder hooked onto the side of the large oak shelves. I always loved to see those in the movies and found just how helpful they really were.

I’ve been working for the last hour and a half. Thanks to Trish, who was fast becoming a friend, I learned Mr. Sloan’s—Grayson’s—filing system. Not only was it alphabetized but it was also color coded by theme and what stage of completion the case was in. Complicated yet beautiful, just like the man.

From my count, only a few files were marked red which Trish explained were lost cases. Three, to be exact, out of hundreds. Given the worn edges of the files and their contents I would bet he liked to pore over the cases to see where he went wrong.

Almost done, I looked at the stack in my hand. I climbed the steps to the middle and slid the files home.

After stepping off the ladder, I stood back and admired my handiwork. I snapped mental pictures so I could replicate the system for my own use for when the time came and I hung my own shingle.

I took another step and came up short when a wall of muscle greeted my back.

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