Page 30 of My Shameless Angel

He is a freaking man candy, and pretty much every female and some male employee wants to end up on his office desk. But that won’t be me. I will not allow myself to be used by him.

Because that is all a Dark Angel like Landon Locke is capable of. At least, that is what I am trying to convince myself of.

So, color me surprised when I came to work at seven AM with his coffee and breakfast order to find a new chair behind my little desk.

A chair just like the one he has in his office and I mentioned wanting it that one time more than a week ago. I walk around it as of it might explode or something because, let’s be honest, why would I have a new chair? Mine did not break and it was working properly. Not super comfy but it was fine.

So, why the heck do I have this chair? I’m standing there looking at it suspiciously when the door to Landon’s office opens, and the evil himself steps out, looking ten shades hot in his new but never changing black Armani suit.

It has become a staple of his. A perfect match for the perfect man.

Jesus, Lexi, enough with the drooling already.

“Finally,” he says, snatching the coffee out of my hand. “I’d like to drink this before it gets cold; thank you very much.” Landon turns around and shuts the door behind himself, leavingme more stupefied than before while simultaneously erasing all traces of the idiotic dreams I was having.

I shake my head, ball up my fists, and barge into his office. “Um, where is my chair?” I ask, gesturing to my desk outside, but the bastard doesn’t even lift his eyes up.

“Miss Ellis, do I look like I give a fuck where your chair went? You can stand for all I care as long as you get my schedule and inbox figured out.”

For a second, just for one second last night in my tiny kitchen, I thought he could be a normal human being, but no, he can’t be. I stomp toward his desk and drop the bag with his breakfast on it.

“Thank you.” That is all I say, and walk away, although he doesn’t deserve it. I am still thankful for the new chair. Just what the hell goes on in that head of his? What is the game he is playing?

The day goes by in a blur, but my butt is singing praises to the leather seat. The clock ticks six PM, and I sigh, another six hours until I get to go home. Enzo stops by my desk on his way out.

“Girlfriend, you need to do something about your work schedule.”

“You are preaching to the choir, Enzo. I would love nothing more than to be free of this job altogether, but you know we can’t always get what we want,” I say and hit the stamp angrily on the paperwork in front of me.

“Three more weeks?” He asks.

“Yes!”

“Don’t worry, Lex, we will celebrate properly when your hell comes to an end.”

“Thanks, friend.” We air kiss each other and Enzo disappears to go on his date. Lucky bastard.

I don’t even remember the last time I had a proper date.

“Aghhh,” I groan out loud.

“Jesus, did someone bring a horny pig to work and decided to slaughter it.” I nearly jumped at the sound of his voice.

Where did he come from? And excuse me? A pig? Really?

“I bet pigs have more rights and better treatment than I do. I bet their boss isn’t a tyrant and evil incarnate.”

“That fucking mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day, Alexandra.”

“Yes, please, fire me already so we can both be free.”

He leans into my space, crowing it with his dangerous scotch scent. I’m trying to fight it, but my body goes limp at his near proximity to me, and my lungs collapse, waiting to take the next breath, only it will be infused with his scent.

“That is not the kind of trouble I had in mind, Kitten,” Landon tells me, and an involuntary gasp escapes my mouth.

Damn it. Stop, Lexi, just stop.

“You smell like sex. Are you sitting here, all alone, unprotected, and willing, looking for someone to make you come? Make your toes curl from pleasure and your throat coarse from screaming.”

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