Page 11 of His Good Girl
“Got it.”
“Go make a weak, tepid green tea and take it to Rue as a peace offering.”
Nodding, I try not to be insulted that she is defending Rue the guard dog over me. She barely knows me, and clearly, Rue is a valued member of the team. Well, never let it be said that Serena Wakefield couldn’t take the high road when necessary. I really don’t want to make enemies on my first day. It’s not a good look.
Standing up, I bend over to lock the computer, taking Allison’s advice very seriously about leaving it open for anyone to look at. Glancing at the stack of files I need to sort out, I figure making up with Rue is probably in everyone's best interest, so the files can wait five minutes.
Logan is still immersed in his work, his glasses perched on his nose. Biting the inside of my lip, I look away. Staring too long at him hurts my eyes. He is gorgeous, but what an asshole. There is no way he will makemecry. If that’s what he’s hoping for, then he has another thing coming.
Making my way to the small kitchenette, I grab a nice, clean white mug and root around for the green tea bags. Finding them, I pop one in the mug and hold it under the hot water dispenser, whipping the tea bag out as soon as the mug is full. I glare at the watery contents and shrug. Not my first choice, but it definitely seems to be Rue’s.
I leave it on the counter to cool down and decide to make a coffee while I’m in here. As I reach for another mug, someone joins me in the small room. I glance over my shoulder and give a curt smile to the middle-aged man in an expensive suit, but that doesn’t do much for him. He is a slightly overweight, average looking man with thinning hair.
“New girl,” he says, trying for a purr, I think, but failing.
I instantly tense up and grab the nearest mug, yanking it off the shelf so I can move away when he steps in closer.
“I’m John Jeffers, Senior Partner. You’re Logan’s latest assistant?”
I nod. “Serena Wakefield.”
“Lovely name.”
Cringing, I turn away to make my coffee, jumping when his hand rests on my ass as I pour hot water.
“Oww,” I exclaim as the scorching water splashes on my hand at my sudden movement.
“Let me help you with that.”
“No! It’s okay; I’ve got it, thank you.” I shuffle away, but he closes in on me, wedging me between the corner of the counter and his considerable bulk. He’s not huge, but he’s a lot bigger than me and practically breathing down my neck, his eyes on my cleavage.
Eww.
“Excuse me,” I mutter, edging past him, needing to get away from the cloistered air suddenly all around me.
Luckily, he lets me go, his creepy gaze following me as I pick up Rue’s tea and race from the room.
“Pervert,” I mutter, glad to be back in the busy office, safe from further unwanted advances.
Note to self. Go out for coffee in future.
Making my way over to the Reception Desk, I remember that Allison said tepid, and this is hot. I can’t go over to Rue with a peace offering that is all wrong. In her shoes, that would just rub me up the wrong way, so I divert back to my desk to find Logan standing in his office doorway, a fierce frown etched into his handsome face.
Gulping, I place the two mugs down on my desk. “Sorry, I was getting coffee,” I mutter.
“Was he bothering you?” he snaps.
“Uhm…who?” I look over my shoulder and see creepy John ambling out of the kitchenette, looking sketchily innocent.
“John,” Logan growls.
Hesitating, I can’t decide what to do. Rat out the named partner and have this be a thing when I really need it tonotbe a thing, or brush it off and hope it doesn’t happen again.
“Hmm, no, I’m all good,” I murmur and flustered at the bald-faced lie, I snatch up the tea and march off, not even bothering to tell him where I’m going.
This day is going from bad to worse.
I’ll have my ass canned before he can even make me cry.
