Page 20 of Dirty Little Secrets
“It won’t happen again, Mr. Drazen,” I say, trying to keep my voice from breaking.
I shrug off my wet coat and hang it with more force than necessary. He watches me, like he’s waiting for me to lose it.
“Of course it won’t. Because while you were drinking coffee, I was scheduling my own lunch reservation and answering calls to confirm a business meeting this afternoon.”
“I’ll get the file for your client.”
I power up the computer, expecting him to finally leave. He doesn’t. He keeps glaring at me like I keep failing some invisible test.
“No need, Miss Summers. I already did.”
I glance up at him, then quickly away, trying not to admire how his shirt stretches over his broad chest or how his biceps strain his sleeves.
“I’ll make up the time today.”
“Of course you will. You’ll be joining me for lunch so you can catch up. Don’t make this a habit, Ms. Summers. I have better things to do than wait for you to show up.”
I wish he’d just go back into his office. How can a man so attractive be such a jerk?
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Be on time for lunch. Be prepared to take notes. I assume you understand why you’re coming.”
“I do.”
“Then go over the security protocols for the McDavid file. I want a full analysis before lunch.”
My eyes widen as he walks back into his office and shuts the door. A full analysis? I don’t even know the file he’s talking about. He knows I don’t. Because he’s testing me.
After my third cup of awful office coffee, I hear heels clicking on the marble floor.
Kristina appears, smiling, dressed in a tight pencil skirt. She left over an hour before I did. I should’ve left with her.
“How’s your day going?” she asks.
I glance at Drazen’s door. “You mean the day from hell?”
“I should’ve warned you about the weather,” she says, eyeing my damp blouse.
“It wouldn’t have mattered. I could’ve had a poncho and two umbrellas and it wouldn’t have made a lick of differene. The rain came down in sheets.”
She leans in, grinning. “And robbed the guys of the view of your red bra? No way.”
My cheeks burn as I glance down. “Shit.”
She giggles.
“Fuck off,” I mutter trying to stifle my grin. “I doubt anyone noticed past the coffee stain.”
She nudges her chin toward Drazen’s office. “I bet he noticed.”
“More like berated me for being late.”
She drops her voice. “I bet he’s in there berating himself after seeing you all wet in that red bra.”
I roll my eyes. “He needs a drill to loosen the stick up his ass.”
“Maybe he’s not that bad.”
