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“She’s my personal assistant, and if I didn’t need one so damn bad I woulda fired her ass today.” His words were getting more and more slurred with every sip of his drink. “S’not like we pay her a measly wage either. Hell, Tyler Morgan Inc.’s one of the most preshtigious comp’nies in the states, and I take damn good care of my staff.”
Isobel had been finding it increasingly difficult to understand his words, but she was sure that she understood the name of the company, and her heart almost stopped beating in her chest. Tyler Morgan Inc.’s. head office was a huge building right smack in the middle of town; all glass windows and at least fifteen stories high. Isobel had often passed by and wished she could take a peek inside.
“Maybe you should seriously think about replacing her.” She made sure her tone was understanding and supportive, smiling to herself when he nodded in agreement with her.
“I would, but my partner has to have a say as well, and she’s a grade A bitch who loves to piss me off.” He started to scowl again, and Isobel could sense that his mood was rapidly sinking south. “If it wasn’t for the fact that I need her name on the door, I’d kick her ass to the curb as well.”
It sounded to Isobel as though Tyler James had a lot of women problems, which, considering his amazingly good looks and muscular physique, was a surprise to her. “I’m sorry to hear that, Tyler.” She commiserated with him sympathetically. “We’re not all bad though. I promise”
Tyler’s laugh had a distinctly sarcastic ring to it, but his tone was pleasant enough when he responded to her comment. “Oh, I know you’re not, Isobel. It’s just that women like her give the rest of you a bad name.”
By now, Isobel had figured out that it was just one specific woman he was complaining about, but she couldn’t make out if it was a woman at work or at home he was referring to.
She was just about ready to ask him when he checked his watch and got to his feet, leaving Isobel staring up at him from her sitting position. Man, he’s even more impressive stood up, she thought, as she looked him up and down with vaguely concealed interest.
“I have to go, unfortunately.” He took out his wallet and retrieved a business card, holding it out to her with a drunken smile. “If you ever get a night off work and fancy doing something a little different, call me.” He gave her another one of his deliciously sexy winks.
Isobel watched him walk away, his steps just a little on the wonky side as the alcohol he’d consumed made him struggle with his coordination. She got to her feet and followed him to the door, just in case he got lost or couldn’t make it under his own steam. At least that was the excuse she gave herself. All she really wanted to do was admire his taut ass as he walked.
Reaching the main door, she opened it and looked out just in time to see him getting into what looked like a brand new Jaguar; the driver closing the back door behind him once he was seated and then going around to the driver’s door and pulling away from the curb a second later.
Isobel watched the tail lights fade into the distance and then looked at the business card she still held in her hand with a thoughtful look. Tyler James: CEO/Owner Tyler Morgan Inc. her eyes widened at the heading. CEO/Owner? Holy shit batman, she might have just hit the jackpot. She walked back into the bar with a determined step to her stride. She couldn’t wait to get the last hour of work over and done with so she could get home and think about things.
A few hours later, her plan was hatched and her mind made up. She was sick to death of working in the bar. No prospects, crappy wages and horrible customers made the place a living hell for her, and she would do just about anything to get out of there. She knew she would be taking a chance, but she hadn’t handed her notice in at the bar yet, so she knew that if all else failed she could go back to work there as normal.
Chapter Two
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The following morning she woke early and jumped out of bed eagerly. Today could be the start of a completely new life for her, and she wanted to be prepared for it. She ran herself a hot bath, cleaned her teeth, plucked her eyebrows and checked that she didn’t need to shave anywhere, making sure that her under arms and legs were smooth. She’d had a bikini wax just two days ago, so even her pussy was well trimmed, although she didn’t think that would be applicable for what she had in mind anyway.
