Page 3 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

Mr. Slade finally let go of her hand and it felt ice cold instantly. Morgan wondered how much of that was from his body heat and how much was from her emotions? His expression flattened out again and he turned to the side, gesturing for her to enter his office.

Morgan timidly looked from his face, to his office, and then back to his face. His green eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter the longer she looked at them. She broke off the uncomfortable eye contact and walked past him into his office.

As she entered, she took the opportunity to look around. The office was huge with large windows on all sides. It was a corner office with expensive-looking carpet. There was a large, dark, wooden desk with an equally dramatic leather chair.

In front of the desk sat two smaller but just as luxurious-looking leather chairs. Morgan walked straight for the first small chair and quickly sat, still feeling a bit wobbly on her feet. She heard the office door close. As Mr. Slade walked around his desk to his chair, she further looked over her temporary boss.

He was definitely fit. He seemed like the type who spent his lunch hour running. He wore a tight-fitting, light blue dress shirt and equally as tight-fitting, dark gray slacks. As he passed her, Morgan shamelessly got an eye-full of his wonderful ass. The pants hugged it nicely and she had the urge to reach out to pat it.What is wrong with me? My hormones seem to be hyperactive. Get a grip!

Morgan started to unconsciously bite her lower lip as Mr. Slade took a seat across his desk from her. He stared at her for a few seconds and Morgan felt almost as if he was burrowing into her through her eyes. She fought the urge to look away. Fortunately, he didn’t torture her long.

Finally, Mr. Slade turned his stare from her and brought his attention back to his computer. He seemed to be reading for a while and then he started typing.Seriously, is this another test or is he just an asshole?Morgan tried to sit still, but she soon started to fidget. Her irritation was again growing and she was starting to feel a bit bored. She cleared her throat, not totally on purpose.

Mr. Slade then looked up from his screen with a raised eyebrow. She immediately felt like a wayward child about to be put in timeout. As he leaned back from his computer, tenting his fingers on his desk, he gave her a look that had all boredom falling away. He looked intimidating, but gorgeous, as he narrowed his eyes at her.

She felt completely trapped yet, strangely free at the same time. It was like this man knew something about her that she didn’t even know herself.How is that possible? We just met.Morgan gasped lightly, by pure reflex, as his lips lifted into a very small grin.

“Yes, all right. Let’s get down to business then. Your desk is across the hall. Your main duty will be to organize my calendar. I have several meetings and conference calls a week. I’ll need you to be organized with that. Will that be a problem?”

Morgan let out her held breath in a rush and tried to concentrate.This man is so damn captivating.“No.”

Mr. Slade lifted one eyebrow as if he was waiting for something else.

“No, sir.” Morgan’s stomach dropped just a little, but a new sensation started too. Morgan felt her nipples harden under her thin shirt.I must be fucking lonely or maybe just crazy.

“Good. You will also need to do some light bookkeeping and maybe an errand or two.”

“I understand, Mr. Slade. I can certainly do that.”

His eyes moved over her whole face and then slipped down to her blouse for a very brief second before coming back up to look into her eyes. She was starting to feel overheated. Morgan wanted to run from the office and crawl over his desk at him, simultaneously.

“Good.” His tone was thicker now.

What’s happening to me?Morgan stared at his handsome face, totally smitten. Her eyes widened as she started to rub her hands down her thighs. Her clit was starting to come alive and swell. Her body was working on its own, without her brain’s permission.

“Thank you, sir.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

“Now go. You have further instructions to read over. They’re on your computer next door.”

Mr. Slade nodded toward the hall but never took his eyes off her. Morgan’s heart sank just a bit. She didn’t want to leave his office. She wanted to sit there, staring at him, listening to him speak to her, for as long as he’d let her.

Her brain finally kicked back in, however. She stood and gave him a polite but slightly weak smile. Mr. Slade nodded at her and then went straight back to his computer. Morgan took a deep breath and turned to leave. Just as she reached the office door, his voice stopped her.

“Ms. White, it was nice to meet you.”

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Connor Slade stared at his computer without really looking at it. That familiar self-hatred started to creep up the back of his throat. Why were his demons never quiet for long? He was fully aware of his dark needs, but he was usually convinced that he wasn’t hurting anyone. Connor wasn’t sure how often that was true, though.

He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through his hair. His new temporary assistant had just given him the keys and he knew it. The way she had looked at him had told him quite a lot about her. More than she knew. Her sweet nervous movements, her shy smile, her eyes that seemed to have recently been crying. All signs that drew him in.

Connor turned his attention back to his work, trying to force his mind to ignore the fantasies playing out before it. An image of Ms. White bent over his desk popped up before he forced it out.

Chapter Four

Morgan had spent about an hour in her cramped office which was probably really merely a large closet. She’d tried to read through the list of instructions, but she simply couldn’t concentrate. He had to have known what he was doing to her. Did Mr. Slade treat all his assistants like that, or was she special?

Morgan snorted and rubbed her hands over her face.I’m being an idiot. A stupid schoolgirl with a crush.She decided she needed a break. Morgan left her small office and made her way down the hall to the break room. There she found the young receptionist pouring herself coffee.

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