This girl.
She was going to keep me on my toes. One minute, I was disgusted by her choice in frumpy clothes, and the next I was internally begging to see what was underneath them. She was powerless one minute, and demanding the next. She was driving me insane, and because of it, all I wanted was to make her mine. It was maddening. And all this because of one night alone with her.
“Fine,” she said without so much as a thank-you, when I knew damn well it was more than the raises she’d earned combined. Whatever. It was no skin off my back. I had plenty of money to give, but only if the person earned it.
“Now”—I averted my gaze back to my computer—“this is what I need you to do within the next hour…”
She reached for a pad of paper and a pen from my desk. I rattled off a to-do list that easily took up two pages. She frantically took notes, her scribbles growing more sloppy with each task.
“Did you get all that?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Good. I need that done in the next hour.”
“The next hour?” she stammered.
“You want that raise?” I reminded her.
She let out a breath as she met my challenging stare. She bit back what I’m sure was a venomous string of words, embers still flaring in her eyes. I swallowed hard, feeling myself growing even harder under her heated gaze.
“Now go,” I said, practically shooing her out of my office.
Sadie stood, her hands gripped tightly around the legal pad in her hands. She walked out the door without a word. I watched her through the open door as she sat at her desk, immediately dialing numbers and talking quickly. She was frazzled and all over the place, but her looks were even more distracting. I pressed the palms of my hands against the leg of my pants andsmoothed out the fabric that strained against me. This was a problem, and I didn’t have a cold shower as an option to remedy this. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the situation concealed by my desk.
Her working for me was going to be a disaster, in more ways than one.
I tried to focus on the files on my desk, but my thoughts kept drifting to her. I had so many questions. For one, how had she even survived this long living in Manhattan on the salary she had prior today? The building we lived in was definitely not in her budget. I might have owned the most expensive unit in the place, but I could guess the other units weren’t cheap either. The rent of living in that place was obscene. I shook my head. It didn’t make sense.
Then I had a thought.
Maybe Sadie had some sort of side hustle to keep up with the cost of living in the heart of Manhattan. I wondered what it could be as I watched her type on her laptop. She needed to remember her responsibilities were here. Whatever else it was she was doing, she would have to drop it if she wanted to continue to work here.
Chapter 13
Sadie
“How’s it going?” asked Gabriella on the other line.
“It’s going,” I said with a sigh, tucking my phone in the crook of my shoulder and ear as I continued to file the stack of papers on my desk.
“Wait. Where are you?” she asked, her voice edged with confusion.
“At work.”
“Still?” she asked, her voice rising. I could see the expression on her face now. Brows high as she probably held a glass of wine in her hands.
“Yeah.” I sighed again. “What time is it, anyway?”
“It’s nearly seven.”
“Shit. Really?” I glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall a few feet away. It wasn’t until now that I realized the sun had already set, the sky drifting into a dusky purple.
“Since when do you stay late at the office?” asked Gabriella.
“Since I got a new boss,” I muttered.
“How is your…boss?” she asked, pausing as if trying to find the right word.
