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“Yes.Yes, Cassandra, I do have your manuscript,” he replied, smirking again.
On that note, he opened up the contract and started working, silently dismissing her.
God, she was fun to play with.But he was going to have to drop the scary façade if he ever wanted her to chill out enough to enjoy her time around him.
Operation Friends-With-Cassie would be underway shortly.
Cassie
For once, Cassie was delighted that her job could have been done by a chimpanzee; she functioned on automatic pilot.She was solely running on caffeine, which didn’t help, but to be entirely honest, even at the top of her form, she wouldn’t have known what to make of the recent events.
On the abysmal side, all her nightmares had come true.Her book – her very explicit book, she might add – had gone to the sexiest, most intimidating man she knew, a guy who’d been named pretty high up on the list of Hottest Man Alive seven years in a row.On the plus side, apparently, and despite the fact that Mr.Hot Pants was her boss, she still had a job.On the bizarre and incomprehensible side of the scale, the manstillhad the damn manuscript.
Things went from confusing and peculiar to super extra weird when, two days later – after the executives had finally relocated back to their own floors – she heard footsteps, and turned to find a smiling Carter Harris in front of her desk.
God, no man should be allowed to look quite so handsome; the dark hair, usually brushed away from his face and parted on the side, was a little bit messy, curlier than usual, and the two top buttons of his shirt were open, giving her a peek of his muscular chest.
She might have licked her lips before redirecting her gaze on her desktop, guessing that the CEO was most probably there to see someone high up.
Michelle was on him within seconds, she saw from the corner of her eyes; she had her scariest fake smile plastered on her recently Botoxed lips.
“Mr.Harris.How may I help you?”
“You may not.Ms.Franklin and I have some business to discuss.”
That got her to look up.Michelle stood there, mouth open in shock as she stared at her like she’d grown a second head.
“Personal business,” he added.“I believe we’re close to your lunchtime, Cassie?”
She nodded, ignoring the way her direct boss glared daggers at her.
Don’t ask me, I have no clue what’s happening.
“Ms.Franklin and I are part of the same book club,” he said to her boss as a way of explanation.“I thought we might discuss the last book we read .”
His eyes were twinkling with unconcealed mischief, making her wonder what the heck he had up his sleeve.
She grabbed her handbag and got to her feet, acting like she had a clue about what their CEO was up to.They made their way throughout the room in silence and somewhere between her desk and the elevator, he put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her gently.
Fuck.She felt that touch down to her clit, electrifying her insides like nothing else ever had, even the purple rabbit she had a long, committed relationship with.
The man was dangerous for her sanity.
The elevator opened its door on the last floor, but it might as well have been another universe.Gone were the stylish, colorful, and simple plastic chairs, the modern glass-and-metal theme she’d observed everywhere else in the building.The décor was darker – grey walls, warm woods, plush leather chairs.She frowned in confusion.
“This is where we meet all our partners,” he said, correctly interpreting her surprise.“Trick seems to think that the dreary interior makes me seem more intimidating.”
Right, because he needed help in that department.
Or not.
He guided her past the empty reception desk, to one of the two doors, and opened it in front of an office that must have taken over half of the floor.Damn, it was huge.
Her eyes just couldn’t leave the floor to ceiling windows; suddenly, she understood why everyone made such a fuss about accommodations on top of Manhattan – the view was incredible.
“I see you approve.”
His hand still hadn’t left her back, but his hold was light, casual.He advanced until they were right in front of the window, and she caught herself before putting both hands on the glass, to check it was really there; the material was so transparent it almost looked like they were standing in open air.
