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He is older than me by a few years. His suit screams money. It’s well cut and navy blue, which brings out his eyes. I want to run my hand up it to feel the fabric.
“Follow me,” he says, that smile still in place as he gives me an interested once-over. I feel like crawling under a rock. It’s not sexual, his features are all innocence and charm, so I brush it off as just checking out the new girl.
“Let’s head down the rabbit hole,” he says, stepping away from me and leading me past the reception to an elevator. He stabs the button, and we wait for the doors to open.
Gulping, I step inside with him.
“I’m Archer Jackson,” he says.
“Bailey Chase,” I murmur in response.
“I know.” His blue eyes twinkle when I look up at him.
Then his words hit me. “Jackson? As in Jackson and Roberts?” My palms start to sweat.
“No. Well, sort of. That Jackson is my dad.”
“Ooh,” I say faintly. Why is the partner’s son showing me to my desk? “I’m sure Ms. James can sort me out. I’m sure you’re busy.”
“I am. Busy showing the new girl around.” His soft smirk is charming and gorgeous. I give him a weak smile in return, feeling that this encounter has suddenly dropped under a sinister shroud.
I brush it off as me being ridiculous, but I still jump when the elevator dings, and Archer leads me down the long hallway to a bustling office with people yelling into phones and gesturing rudely to screens in front of them.
“Uhm…” I glance around. “Where is Ms. James?”
“There’s been a change of plan,” he says, guiding me towards an office at the far end of the building. I realize when I look out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that we are on, if not near, the top floor. I wasn’t paying attention in the elevator.
“What-what do you mean?”
Panic hits my stomach. I wasn’t prepared for changes. I was barely prepared to come here to do the job I was hired for.
“You are going to be my new assistant,” he says, shoving open the door to a large, luxuriously fitted office.
“Hmm?”
If he replies, I don’t hear it.
Two men, clearly waiting for us, sit at a large mahogany table. As we enter, their conversation comes to an abrupt halt, and Archer closes the door. He leans against it, trapping me. They are older than me, and they have the same aura of power and success that Archer has, which makes me feel small and insignificant.
Archer pushes off from the door and strides into the office. “Bailey, this is Owen and Finn.”
“Nice to meet you," I whisper. I take in the men staring at me and discover that Owen is definitely related to Archer in some sense. Younger brother, possibly. They have the same coloring, and he looks a bit familiar. Finn has light brown hair and hazel eyes. All three of these men are really good-looking.
“Sit,” Owen says, his voice like rich honey.
“Can someone explain to me what’s going on?” I blurt out, full of anxiety. “I was supposed to be working for Ms. James in admin.”
“We have bigger plans for you, Bailey,” Archer says, giving me that charming smile. “Sit.”
His tone leaves it clear that I’d better obey or get the fuck out.
What to do?
What to do?
ChapterTwo
Bailey
