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I bet there is more to her. More than just a perfect body for my pleasure…
The meeting starts, and we have lots to discuss as we put together a new issue. So, my thoughts of Lexi must be pushed away, yet I can’t stop watching her. She is much shorter than me, so when I glance to my left, I get a tasty peek inside her shirt and salivate at the view of her full, round tits barely contained by that white satin bra.
Needless to say, I am not retaining a single point from this meeting and hope to God that my new assistant takes some good notes. Because whatever blood I had in my brain is gone down south.
That is until I hear raised voices and see her mouth moving as if she is one of those voices. What the fuck? Who allowed her to talk?
“And who are you exactly to have an opinion here?” The head of our “hot news” department, Dave, speaks up, and I just now realize he is talking to Lexi.
On second thought, maybe it was an awful idea to hire her. How am I supposed to work?Breathe, Landon.I just need to fuck her, and soon.
Yes, that’s it.
“I am someone who can read the name of this magazine and I am pretty sure it saysFashionLinc, not Gossip town!” Lexi snaps back.
She’s been here for all of two hours at most, and she is snapping at one of my managers. Shit…
“Miss Ellis, you are here to take notes, not entertain us with your nonsense,” I tell her, and her eyes turn to me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under already.
“Fine,” she says through very gridded teeth. “If you want to turn your magazine into a cheap whore that spreads lies, be my guest. It’s not my reputation on the line.”
Right about now, I wish I had paid attention because I have no clue what they are fighting about.
“Miss Ellis, is it? Not that I have to explain myself, but for your information, people buy Fashion Linc because we deliver the freshest news out there, both in fashion and the personal lives of celebrities. And trust me, people are always hungry to hear about those Pierce brothers.”
“What about them?” I can’t hold the question any longer.
“One of my London birdies just dropped some hot news that Tommy Pierce got some girl pregnant! We need to print it right away before anyone else gets a jump on it.”
Lexi barely restrains herself from snapping again, and I won’t have that. Dave is right, people love to read the dirt we dig up, and she will have to get used to that.
“Lexi, I find your innocence quite cute, but please keep it to yourself. We don’t need cute. We need hot, sellable, dangerous, and vicious.”
She shuts up after that but catches my eyes a few times and glares back without saying another word.
What’s your game, kitten? I can’t figure you out.
“Mr. Locke?” Shit, someone was talking to me, and I spaced out. AGAIN. I stare back, trying to figure out what in the world they want from me, and I swear I hear Lexi chuckle under her breath.
“Yes, Mr. Locke, please tell us what you think?” The little vixen asks me in front of everyone, successfully putting me on the spot like I just did to her a few minutes ago.
She has no self-preservation, huh? Well, if she thinks I’m an easy boss, a laid-back boss, a fun boss, she got another thing coming.
I’m ruthless, mean, strict, and give no fucks about hurting other people’s feelings. Sure, I can play nice when I need to, and if I’m not provoked, I won’t retaliate, but my kitten wants to see my claws as well.
No problem.
I turn my head toward her. “Oh, Miss Ellis, I didn’t know you wanted to discuss this in front of everyone, but who am I to turn you down,” I smirk her way, and she narrows her eyes, sensing where I’m going with this. “I was just thinking whether I will fuck you on the table or against the wall later today?”
Yes, yes, I did just say that.
The room is dead quiet. They all know about my special meetings with different females in my office. Still, I never announced it out loud like this, proclaiming exactly what I do in there, especially not in front of the higher management. But I don’t care what they all think, my eyes are zoomed in firmly on Lexi, thinking she will at least fucking blush at my outrageous comment, but fuck me…
I’m in for a wild ride because she smiles wickedly, leans in, and says loud enough for everyone to hear, “What makes you think I will allow your dick anywhere near myself? It’s not worthy enough. Now be the CEO of your gossip rag and answer the damn question about the cover for the new issue, okay?” She turns around and starts typing away on her iPad again without batting an eye, without as much as a single bead of sweat or nervous shake in her hands.
Who the hell is this girl with those balls of steel? And can I actually handle her? Fuck, that mouth of hers got me so hard.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the little fucker, Enzo, trying to hide his grin, and I glare at him.
