“First, I’ve had some meeting dates proposed by one of our main investors. I’ve been trying to meet with this guy for several weeks now,” he says, clipped and to the point. “Before you book anything, narrow it down to three dates and send them through to me to review. I’d usually leave it up to you, but there are some things in my schedule that I can’t miss, and you won’t know which are priorities.”
“No problem,” I say, watching him scroll through the emails on his computer. He has large hands and long, elegant fingers.
Fingers he had wrapped around his cock last night.
“Second, I need you to go down to the finance team and collect some documents from Devan Chase. They’re bank signatory papers, and they’re in hard copy, so bring them back up with you.”
“No problem.”
“Third, my mother has been calling me nonstop. If she gets through to you, tell her I’m in meetings all day long.”
It’s as if last night never happened, and I’m not sure if I’m grateful or dismayed by that. The idea that he might have a video of me in his phone resurfaces, and I fidget. His eyes flicker up at me.
“Is there an issue?” he asks, brow furrowing.
“We should have discussed it before,” I say slowly and quietly, “but I don’t want any videos of me recorded without my consent. Just for future reference.”
He blinks, staring at his screen for a little longer, and then looks up at me, his eyes softening instantly.
He leans back in his chair, steepling his hands over his stomach. It’s almost deliberate, as if he’s trying to look unthreatening.
“I would never photograph or film you without your permission. Not ever. Does that put your mind at ease?”
My hands clench into fists at my sides under that laser-focused gaze. I’ve never met a man with such an arresting stare before.
“Yes. I just wanted to make it clear.”
“For the record, if there’s something you don’t like, are nervous about, or don’t want to do, always tell me. No exceptions.”
“I wasn’tnervousabout it,” I mutter, and his lips quirk before he waves me out.
“I need those finance papers by eleven.”
I leave the office, going back to my desk and logging in. After a few minutes, I feel a presence to my right and look up, smiling at Vince, who is hovering, waiting for me to notice him.
“Hey, sorry, I just wanted to give you your permanent pass,” he says, handing me a plastic rectangle attached to a black lanyard. “HR said you’re only here for the week?”
I shrug. “I guess they don’t want to commit to anything more in case I’m a psycho. I get it. I did crash a board meeting.”
He leans into me. “Such a baller move. It’s all anyone is talking about.”
“Oh god.”
He chuckles, giving me a cute little wave before he goes back to reception.
About half an hour later, I’ve dealt with the barrage of emails that have come through overnight. I have access to Jones’s inbox, and I can hardly believe the scale of the man’s workload.He has back-to-back meetings almost every day, and so many emails and attachments to read that it makes my head spin.
I’m about to head down to collect the papers from Devan when I look up to find
Jones in the doorway of his office, watching me.
“Could you come here, Jacqueline?” he says, and my heart starts to beat faster as I rise and follow him inside. This time, he closes the door, and a shiver of anticipation passes through me.
What is he going to ask me to do?
He sits down at his desk and glowers up at me.
Oh shit.
