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“What did you give her?”
“Oh, I went to McDonald’s and got her a breakfast. Pancakes and syrup.”
Well, no wonder she threw it at him. I would have done the same.
“Did you take her with you?”
“No.”
“So you left her alone?”
“Sure. She seemed fine when I got here this morning.”
That was because she was sleeping. I was kind of surprised that he’d managed to get her up and had been to McDonald’s in the same time.
“Anyway, I spoke to Aunt Veronica. She’s on her way. She can do it. Just telling you so that when you get home and you see her here, you don’t get pissed. Bye.”
The words were rolling of his tongue so fucking fast that by the time I asked, “Carl?”
He’d already gone.
“Olivia?” Ross asked as he put his hand on my shoulder as I was standing outside his office, still shouting out Carl. I nearly had a heart attack, because no one else was in the office. All I could think about was the fact that Carl had left and Aunt Veronica was on her way. Either way, I felt that I was stuck with a guy that had a fetish about my hands and feet, and was getting married to the ex-secretary, but liked kissing the CFO.
“Is everything okay?”
I sighed as I looked at him, “Just peachy.”
I headed back to the desk where I’d dumped my iPad and bag. I picked up the iPad and went into his office. He followed me like a puppy wanting me to throw him a bone. I sat down and crossed my legs, he came over and stood near my feet. I needed to take control of the situation. “Mr. Hamilton, I didn’t come here at seven just so that you can stare at my feet. If you tell me what was so urgent. I’ll let you see them once, we’re done. Okay?”
He said nothing.
Then again, what else could he say? He seemed to wake up from a dream as he scuttled to his desk and blurted out, “Right. Let’s get this thing started.”
Chapter Six
Ross
She just sat there staring at me. Shit, I wanted to take her over to my desk and just bend her over. She was hot. No, she was on fucking fire! Shit, why did she hide on her blog? What was her secret? Why didn’t she want people to know what she looked like?
Scarlett belonged on the back pages of a magazine and Olivia belonged on the front cover. The girls on the cover of Playboy had nothing on Olivia. She didn’t belong in an o
ffice behind closed doors, typing, taking dictation, or photocopying. She belonged being on top of the photocopy machine, on top of my desk being fucked by me or even better underneath the desk sucking my cock.
Everything about this situation was wrong. I’d brought her in to help me secure this deal. Not to be another distraction. Nothing was going according to plan.
“Did you want me in early to do something?”
She used the wrong words. I was just about to blurt out something, but my phone was vibrating on my desk.
I picked it up quickly and as soon as I saw the message flashing I regretted it:
Just don’t fuck her. I mean it! C
Craig was telling me to keep away from her. He didn’t need to do that, I had that issue in mind already. It kept going around and around.
“Okay, so maybe if you could give me the breakdown of the tasks that you normally did with Scarlett, we could go from there.”
Seriously, who the fuck was the boss?
