Page 5 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

“First, proper words. No ‘um’s. That’s a tad annoying. Second, I meant how many hours today?”

“Ah … sorry, sir. I’ve been here”—she looked over his shoulder at his wall clock—“just over two hours.”

“Yes, that’s what I thought.” He stood from his chair and came around his desk. He stood inches from where she sat, glaring down at her. “Why don’t I have my revised schedule for tomorrow yet?”

Morgan’s mouth popped open, but the only thing that came out was that unwanted moan. Mr. Slade’s intense expression didn’t change, but his eyes seemed to darken then. Morgan cleared her throat and tried to calm herself.

“Sir, I … sorry. I will get on it immediately.”

“You say that word a lot. Sorry. You don’t seem to know what it truly means.”

His slightly rough wording took her by surprise. Morgan inhaled roughly and her clit started to tingle. She did everything she could to appear normal, but she doubted that she was accomplishing that task. Mr. Slade’s expression grew more intense and she thought she saw a very small, wicked smirk trying to make itself known.

Morgan didn’t want to speak further. She thought she would only get herself in more trouble or possibly moan again. She very slowly stood from the chair, making sure she didn’t bump into Mr. Slade. It was difficult and she had to step awkwardly to the side.

He’s doing this on purpose. Making it difficult for me to leave.

When she got to the doorway she spoke without looking at him. “I’ll get it to you, sir.”

“Yes. Yes, you will.”

Morgan rushed back to her desk and immediately got to work on his calendar. She felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. For the first time in a long time, she felt her sexual need returning. Was that a good or bad thing here, though?

Chapter Five

Morgan was able to concentrate marginally better over the next couple of hours. She still had to take frequent breaks with loads of daydreaming in between, but she still managed to get some work done. She had literally had to talk herself out of hiding in a bathroom stall for a few minutes, to relieve some of her pent-up sexual frustration by playing with herself.I sound like a wanton slut.

Mr. Slade’s voice boomed from the doorway, making her jump.

“Ms. White, what time is it?”

She looked up to see Mr. Slade had changed. He wore a loose-fitting tank top that showed off just how large his biceps were. In place of his slacks, he wore gym shorts that showed off a bit of his bulge in the front. Sweat ran down his face.

“Ah, sorry. One forty-five, sir.”

“What do your instructions say at one-thirty daily?”

Panic flared inside her as she quickly looked through her list of jobs.Fuck!

“It says you are to have a water, energy drink, and organic nut bar waiting on your desk.”

“Yes, Ms. White, it does. I just got back from my three mile run and nothing is waiting for me.”

“Sorry. I mean, I’ll do better.” She stood from her desk.

“That’s strike two, Morgan. I don’t give three.”

The way her name sounded on his tongue had her almost falling to her knees. “Yes, Mr. Slade.”

Morgan watched him turn and walk into his office. She followed closely and got a whiff of his masculine smell. It was a mix of sweat and cologne. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second as she let it fill her.Damn, I’m acting like I’ve never been with a man before.

A brief mental picture of her ex came forward in her mind. He wasn’t even close to Mr. Slade.Connor.When she said his first name in her mind, her eyes popped open and a soft moan came off her lips. Luckily, Mr. Slade didn’t seem to notice because she was sure he wouldn’t appreciate it. Was it odd that this man she just met was making it easier to forget Todd? Morgan worried for just a second that this was a very unhealthy turn of events.

Just then, he stopped next to his desk and Morgan hurried into a small room that branched off the larger office. It was basically a small private break room. She quickly grabbed the items that should have been waiting for him and hurried them out to his desk.

After setting them down, she turned to find Mr. Slade had removed his sweaty tank top. Her mouth popped open as she watched his flat abs flex when he twisted his body, stretching. She actually licked her lips. When she realized that he was staring at her, her heart almost stopped.

“Sir, I’ll … I’ll let you … clean up.”

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