Page 4 of His Temptation
It sounds kind of daunting to be at this man’s beck and call. Nerves begin to bounce around in my stomach as I realize what I just got myself into. Am I cut out for this? I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to handle everything, and this man doesn’t sound like he will allow a learning curve.
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LINCOLN
Today has turned into a damn dumpster fire of a day. My assistant forgot to send out a very important email that needed to go out yesterday while showing zero signs of remorse. Then she proceeded to sit on my desk and hike up her dress like I would give a fuck about trying to catch a glance at her legs.
I’m so over these women who parade around here, desperate for my attention. I even told Scarlett no more female assistants, which completely backfired on me. All it did was earn me a gay man who was just as keen on getting my attention.
Apparently, there are no straight men out there who want to be an assistant for a CEO. Total bullshit if you ask me. The pay is great, and the benefits are even better. I take care of my employees.
All I ask in return is to take your job seriously and not spend your time trying to get into my pants.
Don’t get me wrong; I love the feeling of sinking my cock into the warmth of a beautiful woman. I just don’t do it at work. To be honest, I’ve been less and less interested in doing it at all lately. It’s become too easy, the women too desperate.
They can sniff out my money from a mile away. Even the ones who come from money and don’t need mine act annoying as fuck around me. It’s all a damn game to them. Who can snag the hottest, most eligible bachelor to brag about at their next event?
The second whatever-her-name-was decided to try and get me to slide my hand up her skirt rather than run to her computer to fix her mistake, I knew I needed to let her go. But now, here I am, starving because I’ve been too busy to get myself lunch and going through my own inbox like I’m a secretary and not the CEO of a billion-dollar organization.
I take pride in being the CEO of Nova Sky Airlines. Mostly because I did it on my own without my father’s connections or the power of my last name, which I’d changed years ago. No one can take credit for my success, and I’m damn proud of that.
I know my reputation around this office. I’m the dreaded CEO who is impossible to work with and has a bad attitude. I’m fine with playing that role if it makes everyone feel better to have a villain in their life. Maybe I am the bad guy. No one ever said life was easy, and I sure as hell am not going to coddle my employees through it.
At some point in my day, I begin rummaging through my assistant’s desk, looking for a contract, when I see Scarlett approach. There’s a woman trailing behind her, who I can only assume is my new assistant.
She’s not the typical long-legged, every-perfectly-colored-piece-of-hair-in-place kind of assistant I’m used to, but she is beautiful. I look back at Scarlett, no longer interested in my assistant’s appearance.
“Mr. Monroe, I have wonderful news. Meet your new assistant, Miss Kylie Ricci.”
Miss Ricci extends her hand, but I know better than to allow physical contact anymore. They always linger too long.
“Thank you, Scarlett. We have it from here.” I turn my attention to my new assistant. “There’s a contract between us and Harvest Brew somewhere in this mess. I need it. Find it. Also, I haven’t gotten around to lunch. Go down to the café on the corner and get me a turkey on wheat.”
Scarlett pats her arm and walks away. Miss Ricci stands there, looking a little shell-shocked at my abruptness. I learned a long time ago if I’m too friendly, they get the wrong idea. And I don’t have time to welcome each new hire when they don’t last longer than a couple of weeks.
“Did you get that?” I ask loudly as I look down at her still-extended hand.
It must dawn on her what she’s doing, and she pulls her arm down quickly. “Yes, Mr. Monroe. Contract and lunch.”
I roll my eyes. Great. She seems young and inexperienced. I don’t have time for that shit. “I assume you’ve been given a company card for all my expenses?”
She nods her head.
“Words, Miss Ricci. I don’t do head gestures.”
“Yes. I have been given a company card. I will use it to get your lunch as soon as I find the contract you are looking for.”
“Good.” I storm back into my office and close my door.
From the outside of the office, the glass walls appear to be frosted. But it’s this new technology where you can see everything in perfect clarity from the inside. It gives everyone the appearance that I can’t see anything when, in fact, I see everything.
I watch as Miss Ricci takes a seat and begins sifting through the papers all over her desk. Gosh, it’s such a mess. How did I not see how unorganized the other assistant was? She was too busy touching up her makeup and batting her lashes at me.
Much to my surprise, Miss Ricci appears to have found what I was looking for. She stands up straight and adjusts her skirt and blouse, then walks toward my door. A light knock sounds, barely audible. It annoys me. How the hell would I have heard that if I wasn’t already watching her, knowing a knock was coming?
I decide to ignore it, hoping she gets the message that if she’s going to cut it as my assistant, she needs to be a hell of a lot more assertive. I watch her as she looks left, then right, like she’s waiting for someone to help her.
Where the hell did Scarlett find this one?
