“Your mother is an excellent employee. Competent, dependable.” Pacing to the sideboard, he poured himself a cup of coffee. “I expect you to do as you're told and not tarnish her reputation.”
“With all due respect, I don’t see how that’s possible if I don't receive any training.”
“Susan said you knew what to do.” The way his brows pulled together, I could tell he wasn't happy with me.
“Maybe she was talking up her daughter to make her sound good enough to hire.” I shrugged. “I’ve worked in retail, that’s it. I can answer a phone and run for coffee, but without instructions on what you want from me, I will surely fail my probationary period.”
“So, I have to hold your hand throughout the day?” he barked.
“You don't have a trainer on staff?” I returned. “My mother said you wanted to train me to your specifications.”
“Your tone is disappointing, Miss Adkins.”
“Your lack of instruction is disappointing, Mr. Sullivan.”
He took a step forward, but I didn't retreat. Not from bravery, exactly—although I silently dared him to do something regrettable—but because I couldn't fathom him actually doing something he shouldn’t.
“You’ll answer the goddamn phone, schedule meetings according to my calendar, and order my lunch every day, to arrive at precisely noon.” Clenching his fist, he slipped it into his pocket. “I arrive at 6:45. You need to be here before me and have my coffee ready. I assume you at least know how to make coffee?”
Who the fuck did this guy think he was? “Let’s assume I don’t. Who’ll teach me?”
“Nobody. I’ll fire you and your mother for incompetence, how about that?”
My brows went up. What the hell? “You know, she assured me you were great to work for; a really nice boss. She lied.”
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Kit
Why the fuck did I allow her to get to me like that? I’d never had the urge to grab someone’s hips and plunge inside them so strongly in my life. Jolie’s body was fucking sinful; soft curves, a luscious ass, and full lips. It never occurred to me when I agreed to give her the position of my personal assistant that she would be so fucking beautiful; so tempting. There was no way I could spend all day training her and keep my hands to myself.
I simply couldn’t.
So I used my anger to cover my lust; it was the only way I knew how. "I highly suggest you watch your tone if you plan to continue working for me."
Jolie—I needed to remember to refer to her as Miss Adkins—crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up. Just a hint of cleavage showed behind the button placket of her demure blouse. "If I have to, then so do you."
She made me want to growl. "I'm your superior."
I would swear she mumbled superior asshole, but I couldn't be certain.
"I'm an excellent boss to those who earn my respect." Flopping down in my desk chair, I flipped through the notes I'd been working on when she arrived. "Be here early. Answer the phone. Turn on the computer and book appointments."
Don't sit out there every damn day tempting me with your fitted skirts and tight blouses.
"Who do I book appointments for? How do I know if you're available and when? The calendar out there is blank."
"Computer software is an amazing tool."
Miss Adkins sighed loudly. "Am I dismissed?"
All I gave her was a curt nod, hoping she’d get the hint and leave me alone.
As soon as the door closed behind her, I palmed the erection I’d been trying to hide behind my desk. I wanted to shove her to her knees and pump my cock over her open mouth. Bonus points if my cum covered her straining buttons. Since I couldn't do any such thing, I focused on work instead.
Time passed quickly, thank God, and soon my stomach grumbled for food. Didn't I tell Miss Adkins to have lunch delivered by noon? Glancing at my Breguet watch, I saw it was nearly one.
Banging my fist on my desk, I rose and strode to the door, yanking it open. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't finding Jolie on the phone, nearly in tears.
