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“Of course. The last girl—” I hesitate, thinking back to the brief interaction in his office, “was the position too much for her?”
“I’m sorry,” she stops walking to look at me, “but I cannot discuss reasons for departure for prior employees.”
“Oh, no,” I shake my head, realizing I totally just crossed a line. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, and I completely understand.”
Shit…
Feeling as though I just labeled myself as the nosey girl of the office, I tend to keep quiet for the remainder of the morning with Jamie. Just shy of lunch, she informs me she’s finished with my orientation. After instructing me to take an hour for my break and to report to Mr. Ramirez’s office when I’m done, she sends me on my way.
Leaving the building, I head around the corner to where I usually find a good selection of food trucks. I wander down the sidewalk, finally stopping at a colorful truck with the words El Azteca written across the side. Scanning their menu, I settle on two street tacos before walking up to the window to place my order.
As I wait, I see Mr. Ramirez walking briskly down the street. I am certain he sees me, as I swear his eyes scan up and down my body before he walks past me without so much as making eye contact or saying a word.
Probably thinking the chubby girl would be better off eating a salad.
That’s generally what guys who look like him have to say about a thicker girl like me. Never mind the fact that I was a collegiate athlete and probably in better health than the tiny twigs they normally have on their arms.
I shouldn’t judge him, at least not before I get to know him. But based on our brief interaction earlier, I’m pretty sure I can peg him to be just like every other uptight, pretentious asshole.
Sitting on the edge of the fountain in front of Marcano Enterprises, I enjoy my lunch before scrolling aimlessly through social media on my phone. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I search for my new boss.
Nothing.
Scores of Andres Ramirez, but not one that looks like the attractive asshat that I met nearly an hour ago.
What kind of weirdo doesn’t have any social media these days?
Even my nana has Facebook!
I don’t know why I’m looking him up anyway. It’s not like I’m going to friend him. And I’d die in the event I accidentally liked one of his photos while I doom-scrolled his page.
A glimpse of Mr. Ramirez walking briskly past me catches my attention as he heads back into the building. Realizing the time, I toss my trash and quickly head into the building behind him. The doors to the elevator are closing as I approach, and I shout, “Hold the elevator, please.”
My heels click down the hall as I race toward the elevator. Just as the doors are about to close in front of my face a large hand quickly presses between them. My eyes catch the glimpse of ink beneath the cuff of his sleeve as the doors slowly reopen.
When they do, I am met with the dark eyes of my boss. His brow furrows and a deep voice grumbles, “Are you getting on or not?”
Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and step onto the elevator.
Fuck, he smells good.
five
ANDRES
Alexys’s arm brushes against mine as she steps onto the elevator, and my cock twitches at the mere thought of having her at my mercy as the doors slide shut. My eyes focus on the digital display above the door, and I breathe deeply with the passing of each floor. I try desperately to focus on anything but her, but I’m overwhelmed with her sweet, floral scent and the faint sounds of her light breathing.
This might have been a bad fucking idea.
A twist of fate put me in her presence a month ago. If it weren’t for an accident in Midtown putting me well behind schedule for a meeting I could not miss, I never would’ve taken the subway that day. I craved her from the first moment I saw her on the platform. Needed to have her as mine.
I would have pursued her across the city but was pleasantly surprised when she walked through the front doors of my building and swiped an employee card at security. Discretely pushing myself onto the same elevator car as her, I followed her to the tenth floor and to her desk. I took note of the name plate on her desk as I walked past:Alexys Noble.
A name suited for a queen.
Mi reina.
Needing to know more about her to know how to best approach her, I pulled her HR file and followed her day and night. What was supposed to be a few days of learning about her turned into a week. That week turned into two, with me needing more of her with each passing day.
