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A young woman coolly surveys the top floor. She’s no different than any other administrative assistant. Young, professional. She has a short dark brown bob and bold red lipstick.
But her scent…. I pull it through my nostrils, savoring the flavor.
Nutmeg and oranges. Maybe a hint of something exotic, like Frankincense.
“Who’s that?” Billy flops down in his chair and leans back, making it balance on the last two legs, a display of strength no human could pull off. At my glare, he lets the chair fall to all four legs with a thump. “Your new secretary’s secretary?”
He was there when I fired my former assistant Friday. I go through assistants like Billy goes through hookups.
“Must be.”
“You want me to call her in?” he asks.
“Yes.” Normally, I would say no. Normally, I wouldn’t give her the time of day until I wanted something. But I need to examine that scent up close.
Billy looks at Indira and points at New Girl. He makes a beckoning motion, like he’s irritated that Indira didn’t already come in to introduce her. He’s almost as skilled as I am at making employees jump and tremble with fear.
New Girl doesn’t look afraid, though. I watch as she follows Indira in. As soon as I get a nose-full of her scent, I want to lick her from toe to clit.
Odd reaction to a human.
She’s not even pleasing to the eye. I mean, she’s pretty, but there’s nothing soft and yielding about her. Something in the carriage of her neck, the lift of her chin, in the way she doesn’t flinch when I glare in her direction, makes her look like she has a chip on her shoulder. With ten years added to her, she’d look like one of those power executive types. A female powerhouse, born to dominate every office. I employ a handful of women like her. You have to be strong to make it around here.
She assesses me right back, somehow managing to appear respectful and receptive, yet completely unafraid, even though it’s her first day here.
Part of me wants to rip her a new one right from the start. Especially because I heard her murmur to Indira, “So that’s the Big Bad Boss” before they walked in. Of course, she couldn't know that there’s no conversation out of my hearing range on this floor.
The closer she gets, the more her scent infiltrates my senses. It’s too pleasing to make me want to attack. Fates, is my dick getting hard?
I stand. “You are?”
“Mr. Blackthroat, this is–” Indira begins.
“Madison Evans.” New Girl sticks her hand out for me to shake, saying her name at the same time as Indira. She meets my gaze steadily. There’s no challenge to it, just attentiveness. She’s reading me. I want to find something to criticize, but I can’t. She’s the right mixture of confidence and humility. Not overly bold, not cowering. There’s something annoyingly appealing about her manner.
I already hate her. I accept her handshake. Her skin is soft. For some reason, my thoughts flick to the fact that her scent will now be on my palm. Not that I’m going to review it later.
“I go by Madi.”
“I will call you Madison,ifI remember your name. I’ll expect you to answer to Assistant, Secretary, New Girl or whatever else I hurl at you at the moment.” I release her hand.
Far from being taken aback, I see a trace of amusement in her expression. “I will answer to all of those,” she assures me with a bow of her head.
“Good. Now take our coffee orders.” I flick a brow like she should have already known to do this even though it’s her first day. To Indira, I say, “Where are the financial reports?”
* * *
Madi
Rule number one of dealing with a Wall Street alpha-hole: Don’t show weakness.
Blackthroat is staring at me. He’s more good-looking and intimidating than the rest of them put together. His sleek suit accentuates the width and breadth of his powerful shoulders and chest.
I raise my chin and meet his gaze square on. “What kind of coffee can I bring you, sir?”
His eyes are dark. He’s got a close clipped beard, and the lines around his eyes make him look older than his thirty-some years.
The second stretches to infinity. Mr. Blackthroat’s glare intensifies. For a moment, a bright sheen flares around his pupils. Must be a trick of the light.
