“Sleep with your next assistant, and I will fucking fireyou.”
“What’s crawled up your ass, you miserable prick? You’ve slept with more than your fair share, your receptionist for starters.” He gestures towards the reception desk that’s hidden beyond the frosted glass windows.
“Ourreceptionist is called Alice, Elliot,” I mutter deadpan. And Alice knows how this works. I don’tdateany of my employees, and I never take them to my home. There are no promises of more, and I make sure they are well aware of that before I stick my dick in them.
Elliot, on the other hand, took his last assistant to his parents for a weekend away and then wonders why she thinks she’s different.
That one just ended up batshit crazy. She didn’t even cause any fuss. Thankfully, we can pay people to deal with crazy.
“Whatever. I need someone from IT to come fix my computer.” He lays himself down on my office sofa, his feet hanging over the armrest.
“It’s a new computer, dumbass. That’s why you can’t log in. The password and set-up details are in your top drawer.” I open my own drawer, retrieving a key and chucking it at him.
“Where’s my old computer? And why do you have my key?” He frowns in confusion but doesn’t move from the sofa.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, fed up with this conversation. “It’s a new desk, Elliot. Your assistant, Emma, bashed the shit out of yours with her stilettos. Your computer suffered a similar fate.”
He sits up, smiling. “I knew she was a feisty little minx.” He laughs.
“Your father turned up at the same time as the cleaners.” I scowl at him, not finding this at all funny.
“Well shit, that’s what Dad was going on about. Fuck! Sorry, Mase. You’re coming out on Friday, yeah? You completely bailed on us last weekend.” He comes to stand in front of my desk, glancing around at the screen.
“I’m not watching fucking porn, Elliot.” I shoot him a look of disbelief. “And I would have been out, but after I dealt with your latest victim, your father, and then had to deal withmyfather,” I remind him, my rage only building with the memory. “I wasn’t exactly in the mood.”
“But you still showed up.” He tilts his head, looking at me pointedly. “Even after dealing with your dad.” He’s still smirking as if this is all funny to him. Then he goes deeper. “Why was that Mase? Wasn’t anything to do with a certain Pixie?”
I clench my jaw so tight I’m surprised I don’t crack a tooth. “We’re not six years old anymore, Elliot. Grow up!”
“She was smoking hot though, wasn’t she, and a dancer. I knew you’d like her. It’s a good job I didn’t have her for myself.”
Rage seeps through me, and I slam my fist down on the desk. “Don’t fucking talk about her,” I growl.
He grins. Prick. “Calm down, Lowell. I’m winding you up. Did Vin get what you needed?”
I run my hand through my hair, trying to calm down and gather my thoughts. “When doesn’t he?”
“You’ve been to see her, I presume?” he asks.
“What do you think?” I mutter.
“I think she’s your Pixie, mate, that’s what I think.” He chuckles. “I don’t think I’ve seen you this put out over a girl, ever.”
“Mason, your eleven o’clock is on his way up,” Alice says through the intercom.
“Off you fuck, Montgomery.” I stand, dismissing him as I button up my suit jacket, thankful for the interruption.
“Drinks. Friday night,” he says, pointing at me as he backs out of my office.
Nina
“Why won’t you open!” I yell, my hand smacking against the solid wood of Erin’s office door. I searched all day for the key, finally finding it in the gym’s staff room, but now I have spent the last twenty minutes trying to get inside. It will not flipping open!
“Alright, crazy, out the way before you hurt yourself.” Logan comes up behind me, probably fed up with my banging.
He lifts me off my feet, moving me out of the way as if I don’t weigh a thing. “Are you sure this is the right key?” He pulls it from the lock, examining it.
“Yes, I’m sure. It wouldn’t be the key to anything else in this place.” I look up at him, unsure. “Would it?”
