He frowned, then said, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I raised an eyebrow.
Beck blew out an annoyed breath.
“I need an assistant; you’re rehired. Get my tea and bring it up. I don’t have all day.” He abruptly turned on his heel and headed back to the elevator.
Da fuck?
I waited for the girl to make the tea then corrected her when she messed up the overly complicated process and begged her to redo it. As I stood there, I seethed, growing angrier and angrier.
How dare he? How dare Beck be arrogant and entitled and yank my chain!
He thinks I’m just going to come crawling back to him, grateful for whatever crumbs he tosses me.
Well, he had another thing coming.
4
Beck
Tess arrived with my tea as I was ending another call. I had to admit, I was looking forward to having her back. At the very least, she would be able to put together a presentation that wasn’t seizure inducing.
Tess set the steaming paper cup on my desk.
“Your laptop is waiting at your desk,” I informed her, still typing an email response. “I just sent you several files that I need formatted, printed, and bound for a meeting in the morning.”
“What do you mean?” she said in a fake ditzy voice.
I looked up from my screen, my hands paused over the keyboard.
Tess batted her eyelashes at me.
“Just put the spreadsheet information into a nice booklet form like you’ve done a million times before,” I said, confused.
Tess let out an obnoxious giggle. “Oh, I don’t know how to do that, Mr. Svensson. I’m new here! This is my first day!”
My blood pressure started to rise. “You’ve worked here for three months,” I snarled. I opened one of the spreadsheets on my screen. “Just format and print and stop wasting my time.”
“I don’t know where the printer is. Can you show me?” she asked.
What the fuck.
“And we didn’t use InDesign at my last job,” she said, twirling her hands around then pressing them to her cheeks and pretending to be confused. “I know you’re doing big, important work here, Mr. Svensson, and I don’t want to mess anything up. Can you please tell me what I’m supposed to do for my brand-new position?”
I closed my eyes.
“Is there job training?” she added in an obnoxious baby voice.
“You already know how to do the work!” I yelled at her, jumping up and slamming my hands down on the desk. “Just do it!”
Her mouth made a littleO.
“Do you even want this job?” I asked, coming around the desk to loom over her.
She looked up at me, lips slightly parted. Her hands came up to her blouse and unbuttoned the top two buttons.
My brain short-circuited from the stress and the sight of the perfect mounds of her tits.
