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“Make a separate spreadsheet for each one then forward it to budgeting.”
In truth, I didn’t need her to all three. Any order would have sufficed. But the fact that she even thought to ask proved she was so much different than any of the other ones.
And if it kept her in my office a bit longer, then oh well.
That was another development as of late.
Her first week I had her running so ragged I normally only ever saw her at the beginning and end of each day. It wasn’t until her second week, when she had retorted back to me when I least expected it that I started to have her do chores that kept her around. If she noticed, she said nothing. But then again, she rarely said anything unless it was directly pertaining to the job.
“Yes, sir.”
Ah. And there was that again. Sir. It was just an honorific, sure. But not the way she said it. The way those full lips curled around the word should have been a sin. The first time she’d let it drop from her lips I’d been tempted to turn right there and press my mouth to those tempting lips before they could utter anything else.
But that wouldn’t be appropriate, and I hadn’t spent my life building up my own empire just to lose it to some nobody assistant. I was probably just hard up. I’d been so busy with the next phase of my plan for GSME that I hadn’t even had time for a one-night stand lately. And now… well, it just didn’t seem like that satisfying of an idea.
“Sir?”
Her voice again. She was speaking without being asked something, a rarity. For a moment my mind hoped that something wanton would tumble from her mouth, but instead it was just more questions.
“This receipt right here, it was for a steak house.”
“Yes?” I said flatly. I had learned not to question whenever she spoke out of turn. For having a voice that could convince Dionysus to go sober, she certainly kept her tongue pressed to her cheek.
“According to your log, this was for a creative team you were trying to woo. The Squib-Squad?”
“Yes. They’re a popular stunt-”
“I know who they are,” she said quickly, cutting me off. I raised my eyebrow at that, but she wasn’t facing me. I did see her shoulders raise, no doubt sensing that she had done wrong. I liked that about her. That she stuck so firmly to the rules that even such a little infraction like interrupting me made her feel like she had done something wrong.
If that had her tensing, what would bending her over my desk, telling her all the things I could do for her…
“One of their members is vegetarian, and the other is Indian. They talk a lot about their backgrounds in their behind the scenes video.”
I continued to stare at her a moment, distracted by that glorious ass. At my silence, she turned slowly, looking at me like she couldn’t understand what I wasn’t getting.
“Sir, you took a vegetarian and a practicing Hindu to a restaurant where the only thing they could eat was a side. Is it any wonder they declined any further communications?”
Oh.
My eyes went wide at that. How could my talent division have let that slip by? Sure, I picked out who I thought would be profitable to court and bring into our media empire, but they were the ones who were supposed to gather the intel and make the arrangements. Things like allergies, diet restrictions and religious choices were all supposed to be taken into consideration.
“I can’t believe you caught that,” I said, unable to think of anything else at the moment.
Because I really was gobsmacked. It happened so rarely, but this girl was just… something else.
She met my challenges like no one else. Challenges that I didn’t even know I was setting. All I had asked her to do was organize some receipts, so she could be eye candy in my presence and she was spotting one of the major disappointing losses we’d had last quarter. She was so… relentless.
I’d never met someone with a work ethic and drive to match mine. She was like a monolith, or a train that couldn’t be stopped. She just kept going, and going, smashing anything that dared to stand in her path.
And dear Lord, I wanted to conquer her.
I’d had women -and some men- fall over me my entire life. Sure, some employed different tactics like playing hard to get, or other games, but none of them had interested me beyond the occasional roll in the hay.
But this woman, she was something else entirely.
She was strength, and she was beautiful, and she so clearly didn’t seem to care about my existence at all. I wasn’t used to being ignored. To being treated like nothing more than a check point for her next task, and it made me burn with the urge to make her notice me.
