Page 311 of Billionaire Temptations

“May I help you?” I asked.

“You were in the bathroom approximately seven minutes, two minutes over the allotted five-minute bathroom break time.”

I stood there and narrowed my eyes at her.

“I apologize. I didn’t know there was a time limit on bathroom breaks. Chrissy failed to mention that on her eagerly over-organized instruction sheet.”

“Well, now you know. What were you doing in there for seven minutes?”

Was she serious? This was going to be fun.

“Well, if you must know.” I smiled. “I was getting myself off.”

She swallowed hard as she stared at me with a look of disgust on her face.

“Oh, come on, Tori, don’t tell me you’ve never?—”

“Mr. Carter needs you to bring him a file to the conference room,” she quickly interrupted as she picked up a file folder from the desk and handed it to me.

“Are you going to tell me where the conference room is?” I arched my brow.

“Down the hall, make a right, and it’s conference room one.” She hastily turned and scurried away. I laughed and headed to the conference room to meet the old man. The door was shut when I approached, so I lightly knocked on it.

“Come in,” I heard a voice speak.

When I opened the door, I went to take a step in and abruptly stopped as I stared at the man looking down at his phone. He looked up at me and had the same shocked expression across his face as I did.

“Wes?” I furrowed my brows.

“Anna?” He stood up. “What are you doing here?”

“Wes Carter? Carter Capital?”

“Oh no. Are you?—”

“Your new personal assistant? Yes.”

My belly fluttered, and my lady parts started to spasm.

“You’re not an old-ass man who’s going to sexually harass me,” I spoke. “You’re my one night in Paris stand.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“Nothing.” I shook my head as I fully stepped inside the room.

He walked over to me and gave me a hug.

“It’s good to see you again, but I’m totally confused as to what’s going on,” he said.

“It’s good to see you too. Let me see if I can enlighten you. I’m your new personal assistant hired by Jules Warren.”

“I didn’t know you lived in New York.”

“I just moved here, like yesterday.”

“Didn’t you just get back from Paris?”

“Yeah. Yesterday. It’s a long story.” I waved my hand in front of me.

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