Page 4 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

She walked in and grabbed herself a mug. Morgan waited for the brunette to finish and then poured her own. Her words popped out before she really had decided if she should ask them.

“Can I ask you a question?”

The receptionist eyed her with caution but eventually nodded.

“First, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Marcie,” the girl said flatly.

All right. I can see we aren’t going to be BFFs.“Marcie, this is Mr. Slade’s company?”

The girl looked annoyed, but she still answered. “This company belonged to Robert Slade, Mr. Slade’s father, up until nine months ago. The old man retired and his son, Connor, took over.”

“Oh.” Morgan tried to envision calling Mr. Slade by his first name.

“Yes, and he’s done great. The company has expanded and profits have grown.”

“Well, he seems to know what he’s doing.” Morgan felt her cheeks flush as she remembered how he looked sitting at his desk.

“Yes.” Marcie drew out the word while squinting her eyes at Morgan.

“Is he married?” Morgan regretted the question immediately. “I mean I didn’t see any personal pictures in his office.”

Marcie studied her for a while and then shook her head. Her stare almost looked like pity wrapped in a warning. “No, no wife or kids.”

“Oh.” Morgan paused for a second, staring down at her coffee. “Well, I better get back to work. Nice to meet you, Marcie.”

“Yeah,” the receptionist said, seeming bored now. She then turned and walked out of the room.

Morgan shrugged her shoulders and left the break room also. She carried her coffee back to her desk and started to read through her instructions. Again, her mind just wouldn’t stay on task. The image of Mr. Slade’s ass in his tight dress pants floated through her mind. She physically shook her head trying to shake the image loose. It took a while.

“Come on, Morgan. Get your shit together.”

She opened Mr. Slade’s calendar file on her computer and examined it. She didn’t know how long she sat there staring, but all she could think about was his voice. The words “Ms. White” played on a loop in her mind. Just then, the words changed.

“Ms. White, come into my office.”

It took Morgan a few seconds to realize the words weren’t in her head.

“Ms. White!”

“Shit!” she swore under her breath as she came out of her fog and figured out that the voice was very real and was coming from the speaker on her desk phone.

She jumped up from her desk and almost sprinted into Mr. Slade’s office. Morgan was wide-eyed and breathing heavily when she entered.

“Yes … sir?”

“Ms. White, sit and stop breathing like that.”

“Sorry.” Why did his word “breathing” seem to ring in her ears?

She did her best to slow her breaths as she took a seat. Her nerves were shot, but her sexual tension was skyrocketing. The serious scowl on his beautiful face had her insides melting. Her nipples started to pucker and she wondered if he noticed them through her thin blouse.

“Ms. White, how long have you been here?”

“Um, just one day.”

Mr. Slade growled and Morgan’s pussy instantly responded by clenching its inner muscles.Damn, I’m needy.A soft moan threatened to slip free from her mouth. She bit her lip to stop it.

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