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I rub my forehead. “I think Marissa could too.” I lean against the railing and rub a hand through my hair. “She looks so goddamn gorgeous.” I start towards the door to go back inside. “I have to talk to her again.”
“Hold on there, Romeo.” He puts a hand up, pushing it against my chest to force me backward. “Not with a room full of people and you know Dana from HR doesn’t even drink so she notices everything!”
“Relax, I’m not going to fuck her on top of a table. I’m just going to talk to her.”
“You haven’t talked to half the people in there and you’re going to circle back to talk to our newest employee! You’re being obvious and thinking with your dick.”
“You think I don’t know that? I don’t even want to talk to half the people in there. I’m usually preparing my exit right around now and I’m still here.” I run my fingers over my tie, remembering her compliment and I grin at Chris. “She said she liked my tie.”
“Well, by all means, just propose to her now,” he jokes.
I shoot him a glare and my middle finger. “Remind me of the rules again.” I grunt even though I damn near have them memorized by the number of times I’ve read them searching for a loophole.
He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. “Policy dictates that a relationship between senior management and their direct reports are prohibited as well as employees that are separated by at least two levels in chains of command. You own the company, Wes. Everyone is off limits to you.”
“Fuck me.” I groan, hearing the very black and white rules that prohibit me from touching Raegan Graham.
“I’m pretty much the only person you can fuck without it being a problem, but it’s going to be a no from me,” he jokes and I give him a look letting him know I’m far from amused. “Look, I’m not saying don’t do it. You know I’ve slept with a few women from the company, just make sure she knows the deal and that she’s also into it and compliant so she doesn’t slap you with a sexual harassment lawsuit.”He scratches his stubbled jaw.
“Right.”
“She has to make the move Beck, and you cannotguideher to the move,” he says using his nickname for me.
Chris and I have been friends ever since college. I was a senior when he was a freshman and I was his mentor. I thought of him as the little brother I always wanted and we managed to stay friends amidst me graduating and moving to different states. When I decided to start a company, I knew no one else better equipped to be my CFO. I was barely off the phone with him before he was packing his bags to move to Philadelphia to help me set up. I trust him with everything, including the very intense crush I have on my twenty-one—almost twenty-two—year old assistant.
Fuck, I want her.I still remember the day she interviewed. She’d made it through two interviews with human resources and I was the final one. I’d been through four assistants that month and I was fucking tired of the incompetency, so I told them I would be interviewing this next one so I could assure they weren’t a complete idiot.
I did not expect Raegan Graham to walk through the door.
Six Months Prior:
“Come in,” I bark towards the door, dreading this interview, when the sexiest scent surrounds me and I hear the door shut.
“Hello, Mr. Beckham.” Her voice is confident and doesn’t waver, and when I turn my eyes toward the sound, all of the air leaves my lungs when I see the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Blue eyes the color of the ocean and dark brown hair, almost black that hangs around her shoulders in curls except for a few pieces she has pulled back out of her face. Despite the fact that she’s wearing a pants suit, I’m already picturing what her legs would look like in a skirt, andfuck, I just realized I haven’t said anything.
“Miss Graham?” I stand and make my way towards her, holding my hand out which she takes and gives me a firm handshake.
Her lips are painted bright red and I already know it’s going to be an arduous task to keep from staring at her mouth. She smiles and it has my heart skipping a beat.
Christ, get it the fuck together, Wes.
“Please, take a seat,” I tell her as I take my seat back behind my desk which thankfully will conceal my erection should one arise.
She sits. “Thank you so much for seeing me. I am really excited for the opportunity.” She smiles again.Fuck, I wish she’d stop smiling at me like that.
I nod at her, having completely forgotten what I’m supposed to be asking her that isn’t ‘would you like to have dinner with me?’ “Ummm,” I look away from her, hoping that not staring at her will allow me to collect my thoughts. “So, tell me about yourself.”
“Well, I recently graduated from Penn State. I was a business major with a double minor in Economics and French.”
Fuck me, she speaks French?“You speak French?”
“Oui, mais pas bien.” She giggles. {Yes, but not well}.
Christ.
“I understand it and can write it much better than I can speak it.” She smiles and I’m still trying to calm my dick down just hearing her speak those four words, which sounded sexy as fuck.
“Well, I think that sounded great. Tell me something else about yourself? Are you from Philadelphia?”And what the fuck does that have to do with the job?“We just need someone who understands the area.”And that’s a lie.
