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Ignoring the jab, she continued. “Is there anything else, Mr. Kaplan?”

“Yes. When you arrive, please create a detailed schematic of my office by 5:00 pm sharp. I want every piece of furniture in the exact same spot as they are at this moment and all the measurements down to the centimeter written down beside each item. Additionally, I want an architectural rendering of my office from two different angles done on perspective paper that I can use for display purposes. Is this doable?”

This was a test, and they both knew it, but she would not fail. He must know that she could render in her sleep while in graduate school. Granted, she hadn’t had to create

one in almost six years; she hired contractors for her clients. Still, it was like riding a bike; she’d be fine.

“Yes, sir,” she said through clenched teeth. Afraid to ask, she added, “Is that all?”

Emir paused, and the silence unnerved her. When she was about to ask again, he spoke. “I might take you on-site to some of our projects in progress. Please dress safely in pants and ensure your arms and chest are covered. You should probably also pull your hair back, as you will need a hard hat; I’d hate for you to get hurt.

Confused at first, Selene mumbled an Ok under her breath to get off the phone. Then she thought about it and remembered she wore her power dress yesterday. The red one that makes her feel like a million bucks and simultaneously hits her in all the right places.

It distracted him.

She laughed. “He’ll probably bust a nut when he sees what I’m wearing today.” Just because she had to be covered didn’t mean her figure would be hidden.

CHAPTER 5

Situation

H

e messed up again.

Emir thought telling Selene to wear pants and a shirt that covered her body would stop his dick from overreacting when he saw her. The red wrap dress was too much to handle, and since the assignment he gave her today had her assigned to his office, he couldn’t have that type of distraction in close quarters. He’d get nothing done.

He didn’t expect the vixen to appear in fitted black wool pants, a tight black cashmere turtleneck sweater that showed off her curves, and black Louboutin ankle boots. The distinctive red bottom was a stroke to his cock every time she walked by.

Even her hair was a tease. When he requested that she pull it back, he expected a conservative braided bun. Instead, she had pulled her hair up into a ponytail and let a thick braid swing down her back, brushing the top of her ass every time she walked.

She kept finding reasons to walk past the front of his desk. Apparently, she liked to play with fire. When she bent over to measure the side of his desk, it took an act of God for him not to strip her naked of everything except those damn boots and bend her over.

He’d never underestimate her again.

He took a break around ten a.m. to check on his father. He was lucid now, and Asha said all he wanted to discuss was work. Apparently, the stroke left him with no speech impediments, but he’d have to work on his walking and fine motor movements.

When Emir entered the hospital room, Asha embraced him with a kiss to both of his cheeks as was their custom. He and his sister were only two years apart and very close; he’d kill for Asha and knew she’d do the same for him.

“Hello, brother, he’s waiting for you, I’m going to find some better coffee.”

He nodded and kissed her forehead before heading to his father’s bedside.

“Hello, Baba. How are you feeling?”

His father popped his eyes open and smiled. “Ah, Emir. Tell me, son, how’s business?”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Emir sat down next to the bed. “Baba, you’ve only been gone three days; it is as good as when you left.”

“Ah!” The old man rasped. “That’s what I feared; it should be better.”

Knowing he should have seen that coming, he took his father’s hand. “Let’s talk about something else, Baba, you need to rest.”

His father dismissed him with a wave of the hand. “How are things with Selene?”

Emir’s eyebrows raised. His father never called his employees by their first name. He always kept it professional.

“She’s acclimating fine, why do you ask?”

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