Page 15 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

“Ah, Marcie? What did you mean when I first arrived? You know, that I didn’t look like what you expected?”

The receptionist stared at her for a few seconds, looking as if she might just ignore the question but finally she spoke.

“Just Mr. Slade usually has a type and you don’t necessarily fit it.”

“Type? I’m from a temp agency not a brothel.”

Marcie smiled slightly then. “Yes, I know.” She paused and sighed before continuing. “Did you ever wonder why your office is so small? That position isn’t permanent. We don’t always have someone working in there.”

“What? What does that mean?” Morgan’s stomach dropped.

Before Marcie could answer any more questions, her phone rang. She answered it politely, but Morgan had stopped listening to her. Like a zombie, she slowly turned away from the front desk and headed back to her office or whatever it could be called.

Maybe Marcie is just jealous and trying to piss me off.Something didn’t feel right about that, though. The girl certainly wasn’t her good friend, but she didn’t seem to care enough to just play games with her.

Morgan sat at her desk, feeling numb. She wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. She just stared at nothing, running things through her mind. After a few minutes of blank staring, Mr. Slade’s voice boomed around her, almost echoing around the small space.

“Ms. White, where is my coffee?”

She didn’t even turn her gaze to him as she flatly answered him. “Beats me. Probably still in the pot.”

“Excuse me?”

Morgan finally turned her eyes on him. Her expression was stiff. “You can get it yourself.”

Mr. Slade exhaled roughly. For a split second, he looked as if he was going to scream at her. Instead, he took a long, deep breath before speaking calmly but loudly. “Come with me.”

He didn’t wait for her to comply, however. Mr. Slade leaned down and grabbed her arms. He pulled her out of her chair and then turned, dragging her behind himself into his office. He was forceful, but he wasn’t hurting her, at least not physically. She didn’t fight him, though. This had to come to a head. Now.

After they were both inside, Mr. Slade slammed the door shut. He released her and looked into her eyes. She could see the anger dancing in them, but it wasn’t alone. There was still a bit of lust there, too.

“Are you testing me? Seeing how hard I will punish you? Because you might not like the answer.”

“No, this has nothing to do with punishment. How many temps have you had? How many young ladies do you hire and then get blowjobs from?”

“Morgan, you are treading on thin ice.” His stare intensified in more ways than one.

“I just want to know which number I am. Ten? Thirty?” She flung her arms into the air in frustration.

“I’m warning you, Morgan. Calm yourself. Now.” Mr. Slade took a step closer to her.

“Why,Connor? You don’t like it when your prey find out that you’re just using them?”

Before she knew what was happening, he was on her. He swiftly lifted her off her feet. In a split second, her back was against his heavy wooden door. Mr. Slade lifted her arms above her head and held them securely against the door with one hand.

His other hand held her hip as his body pressed against hers. Morgan whimpered as his face came dangerously close to hers.

“Don’t play the victim, sweetie. And I’m no monster.” His words seemed to be trying to convince himself as well as her.

Morgan whimpered again as she tried to pull her arms from his grasp. He didn’t release them. “Do you always have a girl on call?”

“Here’s the truth, love. I hire temporary assistants only when I really need them. And yes, one of my end goals is tension release, but I never force anyone. I read them. I only give and take what they are willing to.”

“Read them? Did you read me?”

She moaned softly as he shoved his hardened cock harder against her body. A wicked smile played on his perfect face.

“Yes, Ms. White. I read you. I saw how you nervously fidgeted when I looked at you. I saw how difficult it was for you to sit still. I saw how bold you were and I could smell your desire. I saw that fresh pain in your eyes. The pain that spoke to your insecurities even if they aren’t warranted.”

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