Page 28 of His Rules

She didn’t give me time to object or anything else, knocking and quickly opening the door. Had the bastard known about this? My stomach dropped. He was standing facing the window, a phone in his hand.

His voice was terse, his body language highlighting intense anger. She kept us waiting in the doorway and I was thoroughly sick to my stomach.

“No, I don’t give a shit, Francis. You ordered the planes. Now they belong to you. No cancellations or refunds, remember?”

I had no clue what was being said, but I could tell by Ms. Bennett’s expression this was a regular occurrence. My nerves were suddenly on edge.

He guffawed and threw out his hand in exasperation. “Listen to me. I’m the one who’s going to be taking you to court. And I assure you that I will win. You should know better than to fuck with me. Ever.” He didn’t bother turning around, merely shifting so he could toss his phone onto the desk.

My stomach dropped. This wasn’t possible. I hadn’t made such a colossal mistake.

The man I’d known and had slept with had never come across this angry, even when he’d shoved the jerk against the bar. He obviously had two distinct sides, a clear indication of why the help wanted ad had been written the way it had.

Ms. Bennett cleared her throat and Sebastian immediately stiffened.

“I asked not to be disturbed.”

“Yes, sir, but I have your new assistant.”

Assistant.Don’t you mean financial analyst?I didn’t say the words, but that’s what I was thinking. Had I been given a line of shit? I waited to see how he reacted before making my decision to bolt or not. The job was perfect, the benefits amazing, but I had a feeling the dark cloud hanging over my head wasn’t going away any time soon.

He turned around slowly and either all time had stopped, or we were both burning in the fires of hell. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were sparking with energy.

And a lot of other emotions I couldn’t quite pick out, but one was definite.

Annoyance.

Sebastian provided me with a taste of what I’d experienced the night I was with him by growling as he turned around. Whereas there’d been shock revealed on both sides the night of the charity event, this time as his eyes flashed to and over me, I witnessed hunger. Domination. The moment was short lived, his face and eyes turning dark and cold.

“Ms. Bennett. I told you I didn’t need another assistant.” His tone was stark, as if the fact I was standing in front of him was wasting his time.

“Financial analyst,” I interrupted, using the same terse voice, and was rewarded with another dark flash of his eyes. His attitude instantly pissed me off. I was aware everyone had two distinct sides, but I could instantly tell why he had trouble keeping certain employees.

His lips curled up in a smirk and I couldn’t ascertain if he was pissed or amused.

“Yes, well, Drake insisted you hire someone. He said you could use the help. This is Kacey Taylor. I vetted her myself and she seemed perfect for the job. I did send you her resume yesterday.”

The look of sheer annoyance on his face was memorable.

“It was Sunday, Ms. Bennett, and I was very busy. You can leave now and allow me to get acquainted with Ms. Taylor before I decide as to whether she’s a good fit for my company.”

From what I’d seen, Drake Caffrey owned fifty percent of the investment as well.

She handed another copy of my resume to the man. He took four seconds to read it over, tossing it onto a stack of paperwork. The man was ceremoniously dismissing me.

What the hell was wrong with him? He’d been entirely different before.

You mean when you were writhing in his arms?

It was obvious Mr. Coffee Shop had presented his true personality the morning before. I didn’t like the man one bit. Too bad since…

Oh, God. A flash of images rolled into my mind that were as inappropriate as they could be.

“There’s no one else who you’ll find suitable,” Ms. Bennett retorted. “At least not for your needs.”

Sebastian bristled.

She’d managed to get under his skin. “Yes, well, I’ll make that determination.”

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