Page 7 of Knot your Good Girl

“I was talking to my mother,” I reply as I hold my thumb on the keyboard reader and wait for my laptop to load.

While I do, it doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s waiting for me to elaborate. He thinks he’s entitled to know everything about me, my history, my future and my every thought.

But that’s alphas for you.

“I’m ready. Can I take your names for the meeting notes, please?”

“I don’t need you to take notes. Can you run us through tomorrow’s Christmas celebrations?” Jed says, smirking at me because he knows I’m not the person organizing the night, but I’m not stupid either. It’s not the first time he’s tried to make me look stupid. I just don’t know why he feels the need to do it.

Oh, possibly, it was since the day I remarked that his scent was bitter, like burned toast and Brussels sprouts.

He shouldn’t have asked.

I click into the network and open the marketing folders before I scroll down the list and find a file named,Xmas-Office-Party. Luckily, I’ve read the information in the file.

I wanted to find out the details of the party, including the location to work out the logistics of getting home. Traveling around New York late at night isn’t too clever for an omega. I also can’t afford the cab fare.

It doesn’t help that I’ve seen my boss when he’s in a crowd of people. He likes to belittle those he can, and I know I’ll be the source of his fun.

On top of that, I don’t feel safe around him when he’s had a drink. He thinks being his assistant means I need to stick to him like glue.

And honestly, it’s a bonus I’m not going because now I’ve got the apartment all to myself from tomorrow night.

So after I work on my sideline job, I’m going to don my comfy pastel colored pajamas and cashmere sweater that really needs a wash. I’ll eat some of the tub of ice-cream that is waiting for me in the freezer while I watch a soppy Christmas movie and feel sorry for myself.

Jed clears his throat, waiting.

I smile sweetly before I start. “The event is in the ballroom at the Pierre Hotel in the Upper East. Guests start arriving at seven o’clock, with food served at seven thirty. There will be a big announcement about new signings to the team after dinner and then the rest of the night is dancing, Santa and games.”

Jed nods. “Nothing else?”

“Nothing on the itinerary, other than the hotel room numbers that have been booked for people who requested them.”

“Good. Can you get me the list printed after the meeting?”

I nod and wait for him to dismiss me, but when he stares for too long, I say, “Would you like me to leave if I don’t need to take any notes?” My stomach grumbles and my eyes widen as I glance at the two guests.

“No, Holly. I want you to stay and listen,” he says.

So now I don’t get to have my lunch.

The jerk already knows I work over fifty hours a week, and get paid for just over half of that.

I work it out by adding the time in the morning when he expects a morning coffee on his desk before he starts at eight. Which means I need to stand in the queue at the coffee shop at seven thirty, to make sure I get to work on time.

Work I don’t get paid for until I start my workday at eight-thirty—I wish that was the truth.

All I want is to find a marketing company that appreciates me.

I don’t mind the long hours and crap pay, but add those two negatives to a shitty boss and I want out of here as soon as the opportunity arises.

There are girls queuing up to work here. Of course they are. The hockey bad boys entice them like bees to honey. Not me though, hockey boys aren’t my thing. Alphas or not. After Toby, I’d now prefer an older man with experience.

My gaze wanders to the man I spotted in the elevator.

Alphas like him.

“Oh, Holly,” Jed says, waiting for my eyes to be on his smug face. “Hillman Public Relations sent me an email asking for a reference for you.”

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