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“I also don’t want you undoing any buttons on your blouse,” he said, staring at me and my top. “Trying to entice me.”
“Trying to entice you?” I raised an eyebrow. “I have no interest in enticing you. I have all my needs met at home, thank you very much.”
“I’m sure you do.” His eyes narrowed, and he looked at my legs. “How are your legs today?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Are you able to walk, or are you sore from your big-cock boyfriend slamming into you all morning long?”
My jaw dropped as he laughed. I was about to tell him off when he pressed a button on the phone again and spoke.
“We’re back.”
“Great,” Henry responded. “Graham is on the line as well.”
“Hello,” another older man spoke. “How are you doing, Max?”
“Great,” Max said, smirking as he looked at me. I watched as he undid the top of his tie and sat back. What the hell was he doing? “I have some good news for you both.”
“Oh?” Henry sounded eager. “We heard back from the people at the bank?”
“Yes, and they’re willing to offer a five percent interest rate.” Max’s voice changed, and he started talking about contracts and payment plans, and I couldn’t help but be impressed by how knowledgeable he was. He had an air of power about him that drew you in. And I couldn’t help but notice just how well his white shirt fit him. I stared at his biceps as he wrote something on his pad, and I could tell he was strong. Really strong. Strong enough to carry me into a room and devour me. I blushed at the thought. I was not interested in Max Whitlock. I was not going to allow myself to think of him in that way, either. I must have drifted off into Lala Land, because the next thing I knew, the room was silent. I swallowed hard and looked at Max and my half-empty notepad. I was dead.
“So what do you think of the terms I suggested?” He leaned back and questioned me. I nodded slowly, pretending to think hard.
“Quite reasonable,” I said after a few moments. “Henry seemed happy,” I added, hoping I was right.
Max stared at me for a few moments and smiled. “He was happy. Now I need you to type the call up.”
“What?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I made a recording of the call, and you need to transcribe it.” He stood up and held a small recorder in his hand. “I need it completed within the next hour.”
“What?” My jaw dropped. “You never told me I had to transcribe.”
“Well, I’m telling you now.”
“But…” I licked my lips nervously as he came toward me.
“Is there a problem, Ms. Campbell?”
“No problem.” I stood up and grabbed the recorder from him. Our fingers brushed, and I tried to pretend that I hadn’t felt a jolt of electricity at the touch. “I love transcribing,” I lied. “So bring it on.”
“What else do you love?” he asked me softly, his eyes on my lips.
“Many things,” I said sweetly. “But most of them are not appropriate for office conversation.” I ran my fingers through my hair and winked at him. “And I certainly don’t want to be inappropriate at work, Mr. Whitlock. That could be cause for my dismissal.”
Chapter15
“Chelsea, I need your help,” I whispered into my phone as soon as she’d picked up. Max had just left the office, and I had no idea how long he was going to be gone.
“I am not going to be a waitress or a chef again,” she said quickly. “And I really don’t know anything about legal research.”
“I don’t need you to do any of those things. I need to type out a recording, and I have to complete it within an hour.” I sighed. “And I can barely understand the voices in the recording, even though I was on the call. What do I do?”
“Ooh, I have an idea for you,” Chelsea said excitedly.
“If it involves me giving a blowjob to anyone, the answer is no.”
