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“You seem to be the queen of long stories.” He smirked.

“To be honest, my life is one big, long story.”

“If you just got back from Paris and you just moved to New York yesterday, how did you meet Jules?”

I let out a sigh. “It’s a?—”

“Long story. Right?”

“Yes.”

“Something is off here.” His eyes steadily narrowed at me. “When I met you in Paris, you certainly did not seem like the personal assistant type. So this is what we’re going to do. You’re going to have dinner with me tonight and tell me all of your long stories.”

“I am?” My brow raised.

“Yes. You are.”

“Well, so that you know, I don’t think going to dinner with the boss is a good idea. People will talk, and I’m pretty sure Tori already hates me.”

He placed his hands on my hips and gave them a firm grip. Fuck. I lost my breath.

“Dinner with me is always a good idea.” He grinned. “Boss or not, I’m picking you up at seven, so I expect your phone number and address sitting on my desk when I return to my office.”

“You’re awful bossy. I’m not sure I’m going to like working for you.”

“You’ll love working for me.” He winked. “That I can promise you. Thanks for the file. I’ll be heading back to my office shortly.”

I gave him a smile, turned, and headed for the door.

“By the way,” I said as I stopped and turned around. “If you’re planning on reading my resume, don’t. It’s all a lie.”

“You lied your way into this job?” His brow arched.

“I did.” I smirked as I walked out the door.

Chapter Nine

Wes

A smile crossed my lips as soon as she walked out of the conference room. I was in total shock when I looked up and saw her standing there.

“Hey, Wes, here are the numbers you requested,” Christopher spoke as he entered the conference room.

“Thanks.” I took the papers from him.

“By the way, have you met your new personal assistant? Fuck, she’s smoking' hot.”

“Yes, I just met her. Her name is Anna.” I raised my brow.

“Really? That’s funny. Wasn’t that the name of the girl you slept with in Paris?”

“That is the girl I slept with in Paris.”

His brows furrowed as his jaw dropped.

“That girl? The one sitting outside your office is the Anna from Paris?”

“She sure is.” I smiled.

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