Page 14 of The Unplanned Wedding

I watch him watch the horizon; a hand thrust into his pocket, so it draws the seat of his pants tight across his rear. It accentuates his muscular behind. The perfect curve of his arse cheeks, the power inherent in his thighs. Then he half turns to face me and catches me in the act. "Like what you see, Kelly Assistant?" He drawls.

I blush, unable to look away from the perfection that is his face. Those cold blue eyes. Those sharp cheekbones, that pouty lower lip, and the way that scar lends an air of danger to his features. It makes him seem both human and a savage. A wounded soldier and a fallen brute. A barbarian who yearns for a tender loving touch. It makes him so very appealing.Why do I find him so appealing?

He continues to glower at me, and I realize I need to say something to protest the fact that he’s calling me by someone else’s name.

"It's June." I clear my throat. “J-U-N-E. June.”

He doesn’t give any indication that he’s heard my plea. Instead, he says, "What you saw earlier?—"

"I won’t tell anyone.” I swallow. “Even if I hadn’t signed the NDA, I wouldn’t go around telling people that I saw my boss, ummm…"

"With his dick in his hand?" He smirks.

The flush on my cheeks extends to my hairline. OMG, why did that sound so filthy coming from him? And why am I not giving up this job and leaving? And why are images of his pleasure-filled face crowding my mind all over again?

One side of his mouth dents, and I realize he’s taking immense pleasure from my mortification. When really it should be him feeling humiliated. Which he isn’t. So, why should I feel awkward?

"I’m not going to apologize for that." He tilts his head.

And now, I’m gaping again. Not that I thought he’d apologize, but to hear him say he won’t, shows just how arrogant this man is.

"But I won’t embarrass you again."

I frown. "You won’t?"

"You’ve shown you can manage yourself in the trickiest of situations without losing your cool. I believe that proves you're a valuable addition to the team."

"Wait, what?" I blink rapidly. It takes a few seconds for his words to sink in. "Are you saying that all of that?—"

"You could take it as a test, yes. Though I hadn’t meant it to be, but turns out, it was for the best. None of my previous assistants would have conducted themselves with such dignity. And while I don’t promise that I won't test you again, I won’t be embarrassing you in this way."

I nod slowly. I shouldn’t feel so deflated, so let down. I didn’t realize how much I was turned on by seeing him masturbate. And honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing him do that again. I’m not going to tell him that. But I have enough images in my head to masturbate to myself.

"You’ll also be getting a raise in your salary."

"A raise?" I gape.

"You need to be compensated for what I put you through this week. For what I'll be putting you through in the coming days."

"That sounds ominous.” I manage a smile, but when there’s no answering one on his face, I wipe it off mine. “Not that I don’t welcome the additional money."

"Trust me, you’ll be earning it, too.” He looks me up and down. “I need you to give me a wake-up call each morning, starting tomorrow."

“A wake-up call?” I blink rapidly. “Surely, your phone has an alarm and?—”

“A wake-up call at five a.m. every day,” he interrupts me.

“Five a.m.?” I stare in horror. “B-but... That’s so early.”

“Including weekends.” There’s a gleam in his eyes—gone quickly, but not before I register it. “Starting tomorrow.” He turns back to face the window. "You will find my car and driver, waiting to take you home.”

“But—”

“You can leave now."

I open and shut my mouth again. That self-assurance in his voice indicates there are very few people who dare to disobey him. I'm going to hate waking up so early. On the other hand, he’s also looking out for me by arranging to have me dropped home because it’s late.And the salary. Don’t forget the salary.It’s going to be worth it for what he’s paying me, right?And if I keep this job, even for three months, I’ll have enough to pay off all of my debts. The thought placates me. Enough for me to accept his offer of a car and driver without protest. Enough to paste a fake smile on my face.

"Thanks for the advance payment of my salary," I offer.

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