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“You don’t ever come in here. This is her space.”
“Sorry, sir. I was just dropping off the bags.”
“Leave them there, and you can go.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.” Okay, so he’s an asshole to everyone.
“Thanks for my stuff.”
“Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Wha…” He doesn’t let me finish before he shuts my bedroom door and is gone. I walk over to the amazingly fluffy bed and plop down. “This is wonderful,” I sigh, letting out another yawn. It’s too late to look for my pajamas again, so I strip out of my outer layers and slip under the covers in just my panties. The sheets feel like a dream as I let sleep take me.
There’s a rapt knocking on the bedroom door. “Harley, breakfast is ready.” His deep voice penetrates the door and so much more.
“Sorry, I’m coming,” I say groggily, rubbing my eyes. Picking up my cell phone, I see it’s already ten in the morning. Shit. Quickly, I grab some leggings and a top with a pair of slippers. I normally wake up early every day, but I guess it was the fancy bed and the middle-of-the-night wake-up call because I slept in. I must look like a mess, but it’s Saturday and he just messed up my schedule, so he’s going to have to deal with me as is for now.
I open the door and find him standing there. “Good morning.” Why does he look so damn good in just a plain black tee shirt and gray slacks? His muscles are jacked, stretching the fabric on his shirt, and I’m doing my best to not look at them, but damn, the man is packing massive cannons.
“You didn’t need to wait for me,” I say, trying to create some separation between us.
“Yes, I did, because you don’t know where we’re eating breakfast.”
“Oh. Wait, we’re going out?”
“No, but I don’t want you running around the entire condo without a bra on trying to find my office.” I cover my chest and my insanely hard nipples.
“Shit. Give me one more minute.”
“No problem. Just don’t let that slip-up happen again.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s Dylan.”
“Yes, Dylan.”
“Good girl,” he says, crossing his arms, and I drop mine, turning on my heels before going back into my room to add a bra. Once I come back out, he leads me to his office, which is on the second floor of the condo with double doors. It’s freaking gorgeous. On an ornate wooden table, there’s a spread of food that smells delicious. “Come and eat.”
I nod and make a small plate, which earns me a curious stare and then a furrowed brow. “Don’t be shy. Your bright eyes opened up like a kid in a candy store.”
“I’m not a glutton. If I want more, maybe I’ll go back for more, but I get full fast.”
“Okay.” I don’t have a lot of money as a former college student, so I’ve learned to eat on a budget, which means meals can be small and sparse. “Please eat, and then we’ll discuss your tasks.”
We eat in silence for a few minutes before his phone rings and he takes a business call right in front of me. I’m surprised, but I suppose that as his personal assistant, it will be a normal thing. When he ends the call, I ask, “Should I have been taking notes?”
“No. If I need you to be taking notes, I’ll ask.” His tone is even, not harsh or soft, and I can’t tell how I’m supposed to take it, so I file it away as a matter-of-fact response. The man puzzles me. He’s attractive, smart, and when I see him, my pulse jumps in my throat, my heart races, and parts of me tingle that have never tingled before, but it’s pointless. The man doesn’t want anything to do with me. Maybe he can sniff my inexperience on me or something.
“So, are we ready to discuss my duties?” A look crosses his face.
“I’ve ordered you some supplies so that you can keep track of my calendar, update my schedule, and ensure that I’m at all functions on time. They should be here in the next two hours. For the rest of your duties, they will come along as needed. I have a stack of mail that needs to be sorted and gone through over there.”
“Yes, si—Dylan.”
“You can have my seat. I need to get my workout in. I know you don’t have my calendar up yet, but here it is. I have a meeting in two hours, which means you need to remind me to finish my workout in forty-five minutes so I’m not late. Understood?”
“Um…Dylan, where is the gym?”
