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Lachlan shrugs. His attention moves back to the middle dancer. She's tall with big tits, brown eyes, and long brown hair she uses to tease the customers.

I turn away and back to my drink. Big tits still do it for me, but I've got a new preference for tiny blondes with pretty, heart shaped faces.

"Why did you hire an assistant for your assistant?" Lachlan asks. "The boy can do his job."

"Connor bitches about doing the mundane shit. So, I got him someone to do it for him."

"He's been bitching since he started working for you a year ago. Why now?"

What he means is why did I hire Anna Lake. "I like Anna's smile." I like her name too. Just saying it settles something inside me.

Lachlan chokes on his whiskey. "Did you just say you like her smile? Since when do you like anything about a woman except how tight her pussy is?"

"You’re the one who likes to audition pussy." When I’m looking to blow a load, I want a woman on her knees in front of me. When her mouth is busy, she can’t talk.

Most people talking annoys the shit out of me.

Right now, Lachlan is no exception.

"So, you made up a job for her in your office because you like her smile."

"It’s real." Anna's smile is even more genuine than the job. I probably wouldn't have given into my cousin's moaning about how much time he wastes filing and other shit like that. "There’s no fear in her eyes when she looks at me."

I like looking at her, whether she is smiling or scrunching her nose in that cute way she has when she's trying to figure something out. She spent a lot of time today trying to figure out the office machines, the computer and how our filing system works.

"That will change once she finds out who you are. With her working in your office that’s going to happen sooner than later, or did you forget that you run both the mob business and the construction company from there?"

"Uncle Jimmy runs the construction side of the business." His office is on the same floor as mine, and his title is project supervisor, but he makes all the major decisions for that side of our business. Those in Chicago who need to know, do.

"My point exactly. She’s in your office, Cian, helping Connor. She’s an outsider."

I say the one thing I know to be true, but that she has no clue about yet. "She’s mine."

"Bloody fecking hell."

Chapter 2

ANNA

I like working for Cian Doyle, though I guess, technically, I work for his personal assistant, Connor.

The job pays more than the receptionist position would have. Which is nice. There are only a handful of people I see most days. Mr. Doyle, who comes out of his office three or four times a day to say something to Connor. He always greets me and asks how I'm doing. It's nice. He told me to call him Cian. I do, but it makes me blush every time I say his name. It's a nice name though.

I see Connor, of course, who I have learned is one of Cian’s cousins, Jimmy Doyle, who seems to be in charge of all the construction projects and I think is Connor's dad, and Lachlan Farrar. I’m not sure what Mr. Farrar does, but he’s almost always with our boss. He doesn't ask me to call him Lachlan.

It turns out that Cian is the CEO of the entire conglomerate, of which Doyle Construction is only one business. He seems young to be in charge of such a big company, but he's got the boss vibe down. It's kind of thrilling. Everyone, even Jimmy, who is old enough to be his dad, defers to him.

And best of all, whenever Cian is in the room, he brings tranquility with him. Which makes this the best job I’ve ever had. When his attention is on me,everythinginside me quiets. It's amazing.

Ini is happy for me, and I can tell she's relieved because it looks like I'll stick with this job. We’re both thankful we can afford groceriesandrent now. We haven’t had to get a free meal at a shelter since I got my first paycheck.

CIAN

I come into the office early, before anyone else. I have something I need to do. Having Anna working here is good, but I need to see more of her.

It's an itch in my brain that I can't scratch without laying eyes on her. And it's only getting worse as the days go by. I made up an excuse to go into Connor's office six times yesterday. I can't afford this kind of distraction. So, I'm installing a couple of cameras in my cousin's office. They are tiny and I know my shit. No one else is going to notice them.

It takes me about fifteen minutes, all told. When I'm done the feeling of wrongness that has been nagging at me since she left to go home yesterday is silenced. For now.

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