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“I’m not stopping you,” he says.
“Actually…” I begin, but I get cut off by Jonathan.
“Ryan, get your sorry ass in here and leave the poor girl alone,” Jonathan shouts from his office. There’s no way he doesn’t know his son is a creep. I’ve heard rumors of office girls quitting left and right before Dana was hired. She didn’t put up with his shit. I’m determined not to, either.
“Until next time,” he says ominously as he drags his finger down the back of my hand. Ick. Who just touches someone like that? The look in his eyes scares the crap out of me and sends a shiver down my spine. I really like this job, and I’d hate to have to quit because of some entitled brat. Neither one of my brothers would ever act like this just because Dad owns the company. Dad would kick their asses, and then Mom would kick their asses, too, just to make sure the lesson stuck.
He finally leaves and goes into his father’s office. They are in there for a while, but then they both leave the office, leaving me blessedly alone. I spend the next few hours answering emails and voicemails while scheduling several consults for our services. I finally look up when my stomach grumbles. I crack my knuckles and look around the office. It’s still quiet. It’s already one o’clock. I worked right through lunch. Crap.
I’m finishing up the email I’m working on when the door opens. I look up, thinking it’s got to be someone that works here because the office isn’t open to the general public. When I do, I see the hottest, most muscley man I’ve ever seen, striding toward me, looking like someone pissed in his Cheerios. He literally looks painted into his black Baker Brothers tee shirt.
“You didn’t lock the door,” the voice growls. His accent is hot as hell. He stares at me while I stare at him. The tiny hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end. This is something. Something I can’t quite identify.
“I-I didn’t, no,” I finally manage to say after clearing my throat.
“Belle?” he asks.
“Kent?” I ask, my mouth dropped in open.
“Oui, ma chère.”
I forget how to speak, how to breathe, how to act. I jump up from my chair, knocking my huge water jug off the edge of my desk. He reaches forward and catches it easily. His gaze never leaves mine as he sets it back down.
One of us is going to have to say something, but it won’t be me because I literally can’t. I’ve been struck dumb by this man.
Holy shit.
ChapterFive
Kent
Her blonde hair is swept away from her face and held up with a pencil stuck in it. She looks like a naughty librarian. She doesn’t look like I pictured her. She looks even better than my imagination conjured up. Believe me; my imagination ran wild over the weekend. I can’t even remember how many times I took my dick in hand. I don’t even know why I did it. She shouldn’t have had such an effect on me, but she did. She got under my skin with text messages, of all things. She’s ridiculously gorgeous. She’s plump, but that only adds to her attractiveness. She’s all pale skin and big tits. She even has three little freckles dotted across her nose. Who knew freckles were so fucking sexy?
I hate that she’s here by herself. It’s unsafe. When she stands up, my jaw drops. She’s all curves, molded into a tight knee-length black skirt and a tight white button-up blouse. I am so caught up in looking at her that I don’t realize she’s standing before me until she wraps her arms around my neck. I stand there stunned for a second before I wrap my arms around her. She smells like roses and lemons.
“It’s nice to meet you in person,” she says, her face buried in my neck. She’s on her tiptoes, and if that’s not the most adorable fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Nice to meet you too,ma chère.”
I hear her stomach grumble, and I chuckle.
“Have you eaten lunch?” I ask, reluctantly letting her go.
“Not yet. I was about to when you came in.”
“Let me take you out,” I say.
“That would be great. Let me get the keys and my purse.”
I have to stifle a groan as she leans over her desk and reaches into her bottom drawer. Her plump ass is begging to be in my big hands. She straightens, and I avert my gaze like a gentleman.
“What would you like for lunch?” I ask. Anything to keep from throwing her down on her desk and taking her like a savage.
“Oh, I’m easy… I mean anything is fine. Whatever you want.”
“Belle Nuit,” I blurt out. It’s one of the fancier restaurants in Baton Rouge, and it happens to be right down the street and open for lunch. She smiles.
“Have you ever eaten there?” she asks as we walk toward the door.
