Page 17 of Wolfish Player
“That is not what you said at first.”
“I like your hair up like that.”
“That’s also not what you said…”
“I’m offering you a compliment, Miss Barrett,” he says. “You look sexy as hell today.”
My cheeks flush red, and I can’t think of how to respond to that.
He looks like he wants to say more, but he walks away without another word.
I pull out my notebook to jot down all the things he spouted off, and then I make a mental note to make friends with as many interns as possible. As I’m finishing my list, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Adrian Wolfson
Bring the influencer list to my office at 2.
Arrange catering for tomorrow’s editorial meeting within the hour.
And don’t wear your hair up like that tomorrow. Or ever again when you’re around me… It’s distracting.
THE CEO
ADRIAN
The following morning, Heather walks into my office in a pastel pink dress and white blazer.
Her hair is pinned up in wavy curls—again—and as she walks toward my desk in nude-colored stilettos, my cock stiffens in my pants.
“Good morning, Mr. Wolfson.” She smiles. “How are you today?”
“I’d be a lot better if you followed my dress-code request.”
“My first day was very stressful, but I believe with time I’ll get the hang of it,” she says. “Thank you so much for asking.”
“Your office is to the left of me,” I say. “Find your way there. Now.”
“I wanted to let you know about a few things I discovered that may make things a bit easier around here.”
“You’ve been here for one day.” I catch a flash of black lace peeking through the neckline of her dress. “I doubt you’ve found anything worth changing.”
“The interns are now on a rotating schedule for bringing your coffee.”
As if on cue, one of them walks into my office and sets a cup down on my desk. He pauses long enough to give Heather a not-so-subtle double take before leaving.
“In addition to the advance copies being alphabetized,” she says, “I arranged them like I organize my bookshelf at home.”
“Are you planning to move in here soon or something?”
“It should be by genre,” she says. “I mean, as a publisher, you’d think you would’ve figured that out long ago.”
“Again, you’ve been hereone day.”
“I also have some ideas for promo plans for the upcoming romance releases,” she says. “Theresa and I chatted about it for hours yesterday, and she said she’ll present them to you today.”
So, Theresa is going to be a problem for me too?
“I’m now going to address the long-ass checklist you sent to me at midnight.” There’s a bit of venom behind her smile. “Thank you so much for sending that so late.”
