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Fuck…
“Landon?” I shriek.
7
LANDON
“That will be Mr. Locke for you, Kitten. Now, I do love the outfit. I see you are ready to head to work.” I look her up and down.
Lexi is wearing a black skin-tight long-sleeved crop top and a matching black mini skirt with a gold chain belt over her belly. Her hair is a mess, sticking out in every direction, and her makeup is smudged. She likely slept with it.
Hmmm, what was she doing last night, and why do I feel like ripping the eyeballs of those who’ve seen her dressed like that. It shouldn’t matter to me.
Shouldn’t.
It seems that Lexi just now realized how she looks because her eyes travel from me to herself, and she frowns, followed by a wince and a palm to her forehead.
“What the hell are you doing here, Mr. Locke?” She puts a venomous tone on my name.
“I take care of my employees, especially my PA, and decided to give you a lift to work. Now, aren’t you glad I showed up? You would be late otherwise,” I say, glancing at the gold ROLEXwatch on my wrist. I love myself too much not to indulge in my every whim. Lexi included.
She pulls her brows together and looks at me like I am the biggest idiot out there.Maybe I am.
“Did you hit your head? Or wait,” she extends her palm at me. “This is all part of my nightmare. I’m still sleeping. Yes, that’s it. Why else would my asshole ex-boss show up at my front door?”
“Cute, but trust me, if I show up in your dreams, it definitely won’t be a nightmare,” I wink at her. “Now, you have ten minutes to change and hop in the car.”
“Landon, I don’t work for you, so there will be no ten minutes and definitely no hopping in the car,” she says with an exhausted breath.
“Mr. Locke, Kitten. Remember that one. And yes, you do work for me and would know that you can’t quit that easily in Fashion Linc. As soon as you get hired, you must work at least one month before breaking the contract,” I smirk at her. “It’s the company rule.”
I intentionally leave out the part where this rule went into effect only yesterday and, as a matter of fact, was created specifically for her.
What? I couldn’t let her quit. It’s not how it works. I never lose. Not anymore…
As soon as she stormed out of the conference room, I sat there and tried to think of ways to bring her back, and viola, the new “No quit within a month” rule, was created.
I know, I know, I’m a fucking genius.
Lexi narrows her eyes at me and basically shoots death daggers my way—this is becoming a regular thing for us—clearly, she is not amused by my “new” rule and maybe doesn’t even believe in it.
“One month?” She asks.
“Aha, so get your pretty ass in the shower and come out.” I tap on my watch. “Ten minutes.”
“Yeah, I’m not going with you. I will suffer through the stupid month if that’s what my contract demands, but I sure as hell am not driving with you. So, bye, see you at work, Mr. Locke.” She goes to close the door in my face before stopping and looking through a small gap. “Oh, and forget this address. No need to sully yourprettyhead with unnecessary information.” With the last word, the door slams shut, and I do not miss the emphasis on the word “pretty.”
Kitten, two can play this game. And I will enjoy the hell of it. However, if she thinks I’ll simply leave and let her set her own rules here, she has another thing coming.
I lean against my car and scroll through the never-ending emails.
My life revolves around my work.
Or should I better say, itrevolvedaround my work until a certain blond vixen with an attitude the size of Texas and spectacular ass walked by my office.
Fuck, I can’t concentrate on these emails, she is occupying way too much space in my head, and the sooner I get Lexi out of my system, the better. I am still trying to respond to the same email when the said vixen rushes out the door fifteen minutes later, clearly in a mad rush while balancing a cup of coffee, purse, and keys to lock up her apartment. Speaking of which, I did not see this girl as a Brooklyn type of gal.
Alexandra gives off rich girl vibes, so when I typed her address in, I was pleasantly surprised.
