“Oh, Jesus.”Victor shakes his head, but there’s amusement in his eyes, which I’m confused about.
“One of his daughters grabbed my cock at dinner.”
He chokes on the sip of coffee he’s taking.“What?!”
I hold up my hand.“Uninvited.”
Victor groans.“Did anyone see?”
I lean back in my seat and consider his question.I don’t know.They may have.I reacted swiftly, grabbing her hand and moving it back to her lap, but if someone had spotted the movement, it would have looked suspicious.
You don’t touch a sheikh’s daughter or wife or any of the females.
Fuck.
What choice did I have?I couldn’t let her give me a hand job under the table.
“So, then Khalid disappears soon after?”
I nod.
Within fifteen minutes.
I hate that Victor is painting the picture I’ve been trying to ignore.The timing can’t be a coincidence, and the fact that we haven’t heard from him for a few days is not good.
“Mr.Remington,” Julie, my human resources manager, appears in the doorway.
“Hey Julie,” Victor purrs, and I see her flinch.
“Mr.Sanderson.”She smiles, but it’s fake as fuck.“Your new assistant will be here in about ten minutes, so I thought you could meet with her for a few minutes and discuss expectations.”
That’s easy enough.I expect them to do their job, read my mind, and work twelve-hour days.Just like Kristen did.
Apparently, that’s asking too much.
“Fine.”I nod, and Julie disappears while I glare at Victor.
“What?I just said hello.”He laughs.“There are no dating rules in our contracts.”
Which I regret.Julie is uncomfortable around Victor, and I don’t blame her.I have a sister, and if someone made her feel like that, I’d introduce him to my fist in a dark fucking alley.
“She’s said no to you five times,” I remind him.“Now it’s bordering on harassment.”
“Three.”
I lift a brow.
“I’m an alpha male.”Victor walks to the window, ignoring me as if there will be no consequences for his actions.
More and more, this man is irritating me.
“You’re one conversation away from being accused of workplace harassment, so give it a rest.Now go see what you can find out about the Al-Mansour’s.We need that money in the next thirty days or we’re fucked.”
“If he thinks you fondled his daughter, the agreement will be dead.”Victor shakes his head, turns, and meets me straight in the eye.“But I will try to fix this.”
I watch him work it out and think two things: One, who the fuck says fondle.Two, why does he seem a little happy about this?
Right now is not the time to fire his ass, but I’d be lying if I said the idea hadn’t crossed my mind.
