Page 10 of His Good Girl
“What?” I’m in no mood to pretend to be nice.
The door opens, and Serena strides in with much more confidence than she appeared to have earlier. She practically slams a mug of hot coffee on my desk with such a fake smile that I bite back a laugh.
“Strong with a splash of milk. Just the way you like it.” She flicks her head before turning her body in the same direction, an act that entertains me more than I’d like. She stalks back out as I hide my smile behind my hand, slamming the door behind her.
Oh, she’s a firecracker.
Maybe her working here won’t be such a bad thing after all. The worse I treat her, the more entertaining this will become, and I’m all for amusing myself. It’s arousing, but thoughts of taking care of my hard dick in the usual way, aren’t really hitting the spot today. I want Serena’s smart mouth wrapped around it while I shoot cum down her throat. Seeing as that action is neither wise nor an option, I can entertain myself at her expense. There is a need to see how far I can push her before she either cries, leaves, or goes to her uncle about me. Whichever way, it will be worth it.
Secretly, I’m hoping she’s tougher than she looks and sticks it out. It just means I can push her even harder and find her breaking point.
Thrilled with my plan, albeit with only a slight trepidation as to what Quentin might do if he finds out – and I’m sure he will, I reach for my coffee and take a testing sip.
Startled, I find it is precisely the way I like it. It’s like Rose made it.
Leaning back in my chair, watching Serena through the half-glass wall do what Allison instructs her as she jabs at the computer screen and shoves files towards her, I memorize every inch of her profile, far more intrigued than I have a right to be.
Serena feels my gaze on her and turns her head slightly to lock eyes with me. It’s electric in its intensity. She licks her lips and turns away, lifting her chin marginally higher, dismissing me.
Dismissingme.
“You don’t know what you’ve started here, beautiful. You’re playing with fire, and I will burn you.”
Placing the mug back down, I get back to work, pushing Serena Wakefield aside, where she lingers, taunting me, playing with me, begging me to destroy her.
Chapter7
Serena
Feeling a slight sense of power in turning away from him first, I bite back my smile as Allison continues to fill me in on what appears to be a massively complicated job.
“So Logan doesn’t see the pro bono cases. He is the lead attorney and will show up in court if it gets that far, but Jenny is the one who deals with them. We need to have a five percent pro bono, and Logan takes one percent of those, so you won’t see many, but don’t bother him with it. Go to Jenny.”
“Who’s Jenny?” I ask boldly. Allison is a straight shooter and won’t give me the run around, which I appreciate.
“Blonde paralegal over there.” She points to a desk a bit further away where a stunningly beautiful, immaculately turned-out woman sits, talking on the phone.
Ugh. Jenny. Bet Logan has stuck his giant dick in her.
Almost fuming at the thought, I turn back to glare at him, but he isn’t looking at me this time. Asshole. I refuse to place him in the bigger jerk category of thinks he has a giant dick and doesn’t. There is no way that guy is packing a teeny wiener under that Hugo Boss suit.
“Be proactive; look for something to do if you don’t have anything. Don’t go to Logan; come to me. If you have a hundred questions—ask them. I would rather you ask than screw up. Logan needs stability in this role, and I think you can give it to him with the right attitude. Don’t let him bully you. He’s a curmudgeon. Get used to it. Don’t let it affect you. He will be worse if he makes you cry.”
My eyes widen at that. This sounds terrible.
“And do me a favor, love. Will you make up with Rue? She is the guard dog, and she does it well. Swearing at her, while I get it, was a bad move. You need her on your side. You’ll see how many creeps we get up here demanding to speak to the senior partners.” She leans forward to whisper conspiratorially. “She’s only had to call security once in four years.”
Allison straightens up with a ‘there you go’ expression.
“Okay, I’m sorry for swearing at her. She was just being…”
“Rue?”
“I guess so. I’ll apologize.”
“Good girl.” She pats my hand, and I beam at her, enjoying the small amount of praise, even though it’s just a saying.
Allison stands. “Remember to ask. Don’t fumble through, okay?”
