Blinking hard, I blow out my breath. "I heard you. Do I need anything?"
He takes me in with long, slow contemplation, and flames lick up inside me. "Why, what did you have in mind?"
How that sounded like pure kinky sex is beyond me, but the dark throbs inside me as my panties dampen.
"Nothing at all." I cross to his office and go in, taking a seat on the other side of the desk from him.
He continues on his call. It is filled with silences, rapid-fire words about some business deal, and I tune out.
I honestly don't care about the market or what anything is worth in shares.
But I do some saintly work by sitting and waiting.
At least he is giving me reasons to find another job. But then again, bad bosses are everywhere, and I can't claim it is because of the pressure or that he was mean...
I slowly realize he has stopped talking, and now he is looking at me.
I blink as I return the stare. "Mr. Marino?—"
"Call me Enzo. Everyone fucking does here because I told them to. And that was in an email I sent to your work account."
Heat starts to burn in my cheeks, and I put my hands on the edge of his desk. "I..."
"You only answer and open emails about your projects? Is that right?"
I don't mistake the gentleness for kindness as I nod.
His tone turns dangerous. "I'm the CEO, Lola. You open every email from me. Every single one. Including those to you from my computer to the personal assistant computer. You get me?"
I swallow. "Y-yes, Mr. Ma—Enzo."
"Good. Now, I need this report done this afternoon. It is a transfer, and it is important. So, try not to fuck it up like you did with the one yesterday."
Glaring at him, I narrow my eyes. "I did it exactly how I was trained to do it."
"I saw. But did I not spend an hour showing you how to do it for me and the way I want it done?"
"Yes."
"And yet, you did it the other way."
I nod. "The other way is more efficient."
"So, you defy me?" He taps his hand on the edge of the desk.
"If I do my regular work your way, then?—"
"What? They will still understand it, and it is more efficient. Fewer mistakes."
My hand balls into fists. "I don't make mistakes."
"Do it how I asked you to. And get this one done by this afternoon. Three p.m."
"Yes, sir."
"And, Lola?"
I look at him. "Yes?"
