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My boss was a bit of a conundrum.
Broody and mysterious, yet protective and thoughtful at the same time.
He clearly had a healthy ego.
My phone vibrated, and I pulled it out of my purse.
Dikota
You can’t ignore me forever, baby. Eventually, you’ll want your car back.
I groaned and tossed my phone onto the bed before making my way to the bathroom. Tonight was a big night.
I had a seat at the table in a meeting that could lead to something amazing.
I wasn’t going to worry about my crazy ex, my current car situation, or the fact that my boss was consuming my every thought.
Both awake and asleep.
I’d had a dirty dream about the bastard last night.
Probably because we were spending so much time together and he had a way of getting under my skin.
Although in my dream, he wasn’t under my skin. He was buried between my thighs.
I had a hunch Bossman knew how to please a woman.
But I’d be keeping those thoughts to myself.
eight
Maddox
I textedGeorgia to let her know I was heading down to the bar and to meet me there. She strolled in wearing a black dress and some hot-as-fuck nude heels.
No booties today.
Her hair was pulled back and tied in some sort of knot at the nape of her neck, and she looked fucking stunning.
Professional. Sexy.
Fucking breathtaking.
I’d kept my face neutral, not wanting to let her see that I was panting on the inside. For fuck’s sake, this was my employee. My assistant.
I was not a cliché—that title had always belonged to my father.
“So, unless he directly asks you a question, just take notes and nod. When we’re dealing with guys like Ted Hagger, the less we say, the better. Let him do the talking. Let him talk himself into a fucking corner. We just need a green light that we can sign Mara, and then we don’t say another word. That’s how deals get lost.”
“Got it, Bossman. I’m ready. I’ll be the perfect assistant. You’ll hardly know I’m there.” She chuckled, and I rolled my eyes.
But the smell of orange blossoms and cinnamon was flooding my system, so there was no chance in hell I wouldn’t know she was there.
“There’s my boy.” My grandfather’s gruff voice pulled me from my unprofessional thoughts.
I pushed to my feet, and so did Georgia.
“Good to see you.” I pulled him in for a hug. “This is my assistant, Georgia Reynolds. I told you that she was a big fan of Mara’s work.”
