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“Did you really think it was going to bethateasy for you?”
This asshole. I’m about to lose my shit.
“Are you kidding me, Zion?” I run a hand through my hair. “Cut the shit already.”
“I need you to admit to one thing, and then I’ll share everything I know,” he taunts.
“What do you want, Zion?” I clip.
“Admit that you like her,” he says. “And more than just wanting to fuck her. Admit that you actually fucking like your assistant.”
Like her?That’s pathetic in relation to how I actually feel about her. I can’t get through a second of my day without thinking of her. But of course, I’ll never tell Zion that.
“You’re such a kid,” I groan, rubbing a palm against my forehead.
“Admit it,” he pushes. “Or Roxanne is going to be taken out on a romantic date by Zach—”
Over my dead body.
“No fucking shit,” I say through gritted teeth. “Of course I like her, Zion. Do you think I would be doing all of this if I didn't?”
“I knew it,” he croons.
I’m sure everyone that sees us together knows it, too.
“Fucking obviously,” I clip. “Now, stop beating around the bush.”
“Wait, one more thing,” he rushes out.
“I swear to God, Zion,” I growl, two seconds away from throwing my phone across the room.
“I can’t wait to say I told you so,” he hums in a cocky tone. I furrow my brows.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Remember when I told you that you would either drive her to quit or fuck her within six months? Well, it looks like I was right about the latter.”
I amnotgoing to fuck her. Ever. I’m just going to stop her from sleeping with anyone else like the selfish bastard that I am.
“Zion,” I exhale a defeated sigh. “I don’t have time for your little theories. Just tell me what you know about the date. I have a meeting in five minutes.”
Finally, fucking finally, he spills everything he knows about the cheesy as hell date Zach has planned for Roxanne.
A date that will never see the light of day.
Later that day,I’m standing side by side with Roxanne in the elevator. We’re heading up to the fiftieth floor for our three o'clock meeting. Roxanne is an impeccable note-taker, so I try to have her assist me with any meetings she can attend.
She looks so fucking sexy today. I’m already fuming, preparing myself for the heated stares she’s going to get when we walk into the conference room.
She’s wearing a tight maroon dress that stops mid-thigh, paired with sheer black pantyhose that makes her legs look so damn good. Her heels are dark crimson, matching the color ofher dress, and her inky black hair hangs in loose waves around her shoulders.
Thankfully, she’s not wearing her red lipstick today. If she were, I’d probably be on my knees for her in this elevator.
That fucking red lipstick.
Her signature smell envelopes the small space, smelling so damn sweet like strawberries and vanilla.
Every day is getting harder and harder. I’m constantly fighting the battle of trying to work with her but not get too close.
