Page 2 of Seduced By the Boss

He looks shocked, “Very well, Ms Bright. Finish the emails and you may leave.” He dismisses me and to make his point very clear he starts typing on his computer.

What the hell? I always go out of my way to make sure everything he needs is prepared and ready for him. Now, the one time Ican’t do what he wants, I get this attitude? I stomp out of his office and into the reception area, where of course Zara is sitting with a smirk on her face. Walking over to my desk, I sit down to finish the emails and make sure he has everything he needs for his trip, even though I just want to sit down and cry. But I’m more professional than that. Yes, I’m that stupid, he treats me like garbage and I still make sure he’s ready for his conference. I make sure that Stanton, hisdriver, knows that he’ll be needed to take Everett to the airport.

I knock on his office door when I’m finished and wait for him to tell me to enter. It doesn’t take him long, and I walk in with my head held high. My mom told me not to show fear, that the scavengers can smell it and they’d waste no time in coming after you. “Mr Barrett, I’ve sent the emails that you requested and I rescheduled your Monday morning appointments for Friday, as your mother requested that you attend her brunch with her.”

He sighs, he’s used to his mother requesting his attendance and giving him little to no notice whatsoever. “Fine, thank you.”

“Have a good weekend, Mr Barrett.” As I leave his office I see a smirk on Zara’s face, no doubt she’s heard the conversation I’ve had with him and she’ll be going to brunch with him on Monday. “Have a good weekend, Zara.” I give her one of my fake smiles as I walk to my desk and collect my things, so glad to be finished. Just before I leave I check to see where he wanted me to go with him this weekend. Looking at his flight details I see he’s landing at McCarran airport and I inwardly groan, what are the odds? Vegas. It’s where Cassie’s bachelorette party is, and now he’s going to be there? God, this could be a recipe for disaster. I call the driver service and arrange to havea car meet him at the airport. Thankfully, I know Everett's taste and he’d want somewhere more prestigious than Flamingo’s. Knowing Everett, he’ll be staying at the Venetian or the Bellagio, the strip’s big enough so that the two of us won’t have to see each other.

I gather up my things to go home. My flight to Vegas is leaving at six, giving me just over three hours to go home, take a shower and head to the airport. I have everything ready to go, I’m anal about that stuff. I have to have everything organized or I’d have a meltdown.

When my flight is coming into land in Vegas, I can’t help but think about the two of us being in sin city together. Hopefully the town is big enough for the two of us.

Vegas, baby!

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