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He waves a hand dismissively. “No worries. We sprang this on you pretty last minute. But Tina in HR assures me that you’ll be perfectly capable at helping out up here until we get things more settled.”
I straighten a little. I may not be as sleek and gorgeous as the women I’ve met on this floor so far, and I may get a little too flustered at sudden change, but I am capable. And the HR woman who hired me is apparently confident enough about my abilities to send me up to help with the owner of the whole company.
You can do this, Rebecca.
“I’m afraid I don’t know much about being a PA,” I explain. “But I’m a fast learner, and I work hard.”
The man grins at me, holding out his hand. “I’m Wesley. I’m Mr. Davis’s executive secretary. I’ll make sure you know what you need to know.”
I feel better already. “Sounds good.”
That relieved feeling dims a little when I hear a loud thud from the office next to us, followed by a string of loud curses. Whoever is behind that door sounds pissed and I cross my fingers that it isn’t the owner.
Wesley rolls his eyes, leaning a little closer to speak softly. “I have to warn you, he’s in a mood today. Mr. Davis is usually a decent enough boss, but he just came back from a long business trip and his PA really screwed things up while he was gone. Plus, I’m pretty sure he’s still jet-lagged.”
I’m about to ask if I should get him coffee, when the man in question throws open his office door. “Wesley!” he barks from inside. “I need that Jacobson file.”
“Right away, sir,” Wesley says in a chipper voice, rolling his eyes at me before turning back to his desk. “HR sent up a temporary PA for you, whenever you’re ready to meet her.”
“Send her in,” the boss grumbles. “Fucking hope she’s not as bad as the last one.”
My cheeks flush. I don’t think I’ve ever worked for such a gruff person before. I’ve also never worked for a multi-billion-dollar tech firm. Maybe this is how all high-powered men act.
“Good luck,” Wesley says encouragingly, gesturing to the open door. “His bark is worse than his bite.”
Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel better but I straighten my shoulders and make my way around his desk to the boss’s office.
I can’t help the little gasp that escapes when I step through the door. I’d thought Jeremy, the finance officer downstairs, had a big office but it was practically a closet compared to this. Mr. Davis’s office is nearly as big as my entire apartment, decked out with leather furniture, a massive mahogany desk, and entire walls made of windows, offering breathtaking views of the city spread out around us. I’m so busy taking in the view, I don’t even look at my new boss until he speaks. “Take a seat,” he says, attention fixed on his computer. I move in front of his desk—and gasp again, louder this time.
“Luke?”
Luke
My head snaps up at the familiar voice. I may have only spent a few hours with her, but I’m pretty sure I’ll remember that voice until the day I die.
“Rebecca?”
She’s hovering half over the chair in front of my desk, frozen in place as she gapes at me. Holy shit, it’s really her.
It’s hard to match the gorgeous, naked, on-display submissive I saw at Club Wyld on Friday night with this woman. Rebecca looks professional and modest in a flowered, long sleeved dress. Her hair is up in a bun, but several of the long waves have pulled loose to frame her face. I remember what it was like to wrap that hair around my fist while she sucked my cock, and all the blood in my body rushes downward.
She might not look the same as she did at the Club, but there’s no denying that this is Rebecca. And there’s no denying my body reacts exactly the same to her presence, modest dress and all.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers, sounding horrified.
For the first time since I watched her walk out of Club Wyld on Aden Roth’s arm, I smile. I’ve been a snarly, grumpy asshole since then, barking at everyone I came in contact with. It’s a good thing Wesley has been with me for so long, because my attitude upon arriving to the mess my former PA made was pretty off the charts.
“You’re in my office,” I point out, loving the way her cheeks pink up. “I think the better question is what areyoudoing here?”
She straightens, looking nervous. “I started working down in finance last week,” she explains. “When I got in this morning, they sent me up here. They said it would only be temporary?”
She looks completely uncertain and more than a little scared. I’m filled with the strongest urge to take her into my arms, to comfort her until that fear goes away. And then put a whole new kind of fear into her eyes.
“Please shut the door, Rebecca,” I say, voice low.
Her eyes widen a bit at my dominant tone. “I—”
“The door, Rebecca. Now.”
