Page 1 of Hard Boss

Chapter One

Macie

“Are you sure aboutthis?” I ask with a heavy sigh. The weight of the situation is sitting heavily in my mind, and I don’t know what to do.

“Absolutely,” Arden says with a vivid smile. “You look sexy.”

“It’s a job interview with yourbrother,” I say. “I’m going for professional, not a child anymore, and… not sexy.”

“Too bad. You are hot and he’s going to hire you either way,” she giggles, scrunching her nose up. She is plotting like she always does. She takes every opportunity to push me closer to her older brother.

Wilder is a gorgeous six foot five man with a body sculpted by the gods. His dark brown hair always looks perfect, even when it is a mess. He is so effortlessly beautiful that I would happily drink that man’s bath water just to get a piece of him. Maybe that’s a little far, but I’ve been in love with him since I was twelve. The problem is, I am shy. Painfully shy. How am I supposed to be his personal assistant and glued to his side when I can’t look at him without blushing? I feel like I can’t breathe when he smiles at me. Also, his skank of an ex is his executive assistant. She is under contract, so she would have to hurt someone, commit a felony, or sabotage the company in some way for him to be able to fire her before the contract is up. She has six months left and he is eager to replace her. My job will essentially be to squeeze in and slowly take over her duties, starting with going on company trips with him, so she stops trying to fuck him when they’re away.

“You’re going to be late,” Arden pushes.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble. “I’m going. Love you.”

“Love you. Make Tina mad for me,” she says, blowing me a kiss. I laugh and step off the porch to go to my car. I decided to get ready at Arden’s house today since she knows fashion better than I do. I am content with jeans and T-shirts, but this is far too big of a company for that. I am dressed up in a form-fitting black dress that comes just above my knee. It scoops down just enough that it hints at my large breasts but isn’t inappropriate. I have heels and silver accented jewelry on to tie it altogether. My long mahogany brown hair is loosely tied back and falling in curls down my back. It’s rare that I have my hair down, but I’m really trying to look the part of a personal assistant to a billionaire.

Wilder is one of few people to become a billionaire under thirty and was voted the sexist bachelor two years in a row. He has women practically throwing their pussies at him all of the time. I would kill to be one of the lucky ones he takes to bed, even if just once. He’s been burned too many times by women who just want money, so he doesn’t date anymore. I’m sure he still fucks around, but an NDA is likely used. I’ll know soon enough, though. I’ll know everything.

I stop and get Wilder and me coffee, because I know caramel macchiato is his guilty pleasure. I bring two bacon and cheese egg wraps also, because I know he hasn’t eaten yet. When I park beside his truck, I get out and make my way into the office. A few people who recognize me smile and wave as I go to the elevator. I don’t need anyone to take me up because I have a key card and have for years now.

When the elevator door opens, I roll my eyes when I see Tina sitting at her desk. She is on her phone, as usual, but pops her head up when I get closer. “Can I help you?” she scoffs.

“I’m here to see Wilder for an interview,” I say simply. I walk to his office door, but she stands up and blocks me.

“What job?” she asks.

“Personal assistant,” I answer.

“Oh, that position has been filled.”

“What? Get out of my way, Tina,” I sigh.

“Mr. Dumont is a busy man and doesn’t need beggars asking for a job,” she says. “The position has been filled.”

“You are insufferable,” I say as I step back and text Wilder.

The cunt won’t let me in. Help?

Wilder

Whoops. Forgot to tell her I was hiring you. lol

It’s an interview and come help me.

“How did you get up here?” Tina asks.

“With a key card,” I say, looking at my phone.

“He wouldn’t give you one. I don’t even…”

“Macie,” Wilder says happily when he steps out of his office. He drops the coffee he is holding into the trash and takes the one from my hand. “God, I love you.”

“Wait. Macie Douglas? I almost didn’t recognize you. Normally you are… frumpy looking,” Tina says, looking at the coffee he just threw away.

“Because I bring you coffee?” I laugh.

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