Page 313 of Billionaire Temptations

“The one who left her fiancé at the altar and ran away?”

“Yep. That’s her.”

“Shit, Wes. Did you know she lived in New York?”

“She just moved here yesterday.” I leaned back in my chair.

“And how did she get this job so fast?”

“She said it’s a long story. A story she’ll be telling me when I take her to dinner tonight.”

“Damn. Well, okay. I guess this is a good thing she’s here, right? Or not?”

“It’s good to see her again. I really enjoyed our night in Paris.”

“Be careful, Wes. She may take these jobs as personal assistants to CEOs, hoping to get her claws into them because she knows they’re filthy rich.”

I finishedup in the conference room and headed back. When I arrived at my office, I found Anna on the phone writing down a message. I pointed to my office and asked her to come in when she was finished. Taking a seat behind my desk, I noticed my phone messages weren’t in the same spot they always were but sitting smack dab in the middle of my desk.

“You wanted to see me?” Anna asked with a smile as she stepped into my office.

“Yes. First, didn’t Chrissy leave you a list of specific job instructions?”

“She did.” She grinned.

“Then why are my phone messages sitting in the middle of my desk instead of slightly tucked under my phone?”

She brought her finger up and lightly tapped her lip as she glared at me.

“Perhaps I was wrong.”

“Wrong about misplacing my phone messages?” I asked with an arch in my brow.

“No. Wrong about Chrissy having OCD. You’re the one with OCD.”

“I don’t have OCD. I just like my messages neatly placed in the same spot they’ve been for years.”

“Are you having anxiety because I didn’t place them properly?”

“No,” I spoke as I took my messages and put them in their proper place.

“Oh, I think you are.” She smiled.

“Anna, stop. Please just place them here.” I pointed to my phone. “Have a seat. We need to chat.”

She sat down in the chair across from my desk and crossed her long legs. Images of those legs wrapped around my waist back in Paris came to the forefront of my mind, and my cock started to twitch. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t see your phone number and address on my desk like I asked. Do you have a problem following directions?

“Obviously, you haven’t checked your phone,” she said.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, and there was a text message with an address typed into it. I glanced up at her, and a bright smile crossed her lips.

“How did you get my cell phone number?”

“From the phone on my desk. It was programmed under auto-dial number one.”

I slowly shook my head with a smile on my face as I added her to my contacts.

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