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I take several steps to his office, grab the handle and inch it open. Reaching into a tall cabinet is the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. His back is turned toward me, but I can already tell he’s going to be delicious to work for. He’s tall with dark hair and an ass made for a jeans commercial.
“I'm sorry, I thought I’d be more organized. I'm suffering from jet lag. That trip from Taiwan always kills me.” He pulls several papers from the top shelf. “Here it is,” he turns around and stops. His eyes scan me from head to toe. I fight the urge to wipe my face thinking maybe I missed a crumb of muffin on my mouth. He shakes his head like he’s clearing it. “Employment forms.” He waves the papers in the air. “Janey, right?” He stares at me long and hard like I’m going to tell him something different.
“Yes, I’m Janey,” I reach across the desk and offer him my hand. When he takes it, my entire body burns like he’s the frayed wire in a heating blanket and I’m the flammable material. I snap my hand back and glance at it sure there will be a scorch mark. There isn’t. “It’s my pleasure to meet you. You must be Caine Stark.” Please say yes. I’d be happy to have his face in my head while I quality control his merchandise.
“In the flesh.” He pulls out his leather executive chair, sits, and points to the chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat, Janey.”
Despite the butterflies in my belly, I sit tall and attentive. “I’m so excited to work for you.”
He leans back, the weight of his body causing the springs in his chair to creak. “You’re different from what I expected.”
That causes me to tilt my head to the side like a confused puppy. “Really? How so?” I suppress the urge to play with my hair or bite my lip, two things I do when I’m nervous. My fingers twitch to pull at my ponytail so I tuck them under my legs. “Is there a type of girl this job usually attracts?”
His eyes grow as large as saucers. He moves his head left to right like he’s placed his thoughts on a scale. “Never mind.” He writes on a piece of paper and slides it to me. “This is the offer.”
I look at the amount and gasp. “I’ve never made this much money.” It’s twice the amount of my last job.
“It’s a specialty job. We believe you should be compensated well. I’ll assume the amount is satisfactory?”
He looks at me with black espresso eyes so intense, I’m forced to turn my head and stare at the boxes that line the walls of his office.
I nod. “You really are just setting up business.” When he said the company recently relocated, I thought maybe weeks ago, but it’s more like today.
“Yes,” he looks around the mess on his floor and shrugs. “We outgrew our old location and needed more office space.” He slides the forms forward and places a pen on top. “Despite the condition of my office, my partners Andrew and Brad have set up your office so you’ll be ready to dig in.”
My office. It sounds so important. “That’s amazing. I’m happy to help you set up yours if you like.”
He rubs his chin while he looks at me. “While your offer is generous, and tempting, your time is better spent…” he pauses for a long second, “testing our products.”
Of course he wants me to get started on the product line right away. It’s what he hired me for. “I’m ready.” I quickly fill in the employment forms and pass them back to him.
He stares down at the documents. “Janey Pickle,” he says. “I would have sworn that P was a typo. You know how things get mixed up when you do all your business online.”
“It’s easy to get confused when the tap of the wrong key can change everything.” I follow him to the door.
He turns right and walks past the desk, leading me all the way down the corridor. “We thought you might prefer some privacy, so your office is set up at the end. The two offices nearest you will be empty except to warehouse products.”
Disappointment washes over me knowing that I’ll be stuck in the end office and not likely to see my sexy boss often. “Do your partners work here full-time as well?”
He turns toward me and walks backwards until he reaches the closed door at the end. “Andrew travels a lot. He’s an advertising specialist always out pimping our stuff. Brad oversees our production line for the exclusive items we make in the United States. It’s our g
oal to eventually manufacture everything here.”
“And I’m your satisfaction girl.” I give him a big warm smile.
He falls backwards against the door like my grin slapped him. It swings wide open. “And here you are.” He looks around the room. “If there’s anything you need beyond what we’ve provided, please let me know. Feel free to take anything home. In fact, you may prefer to do most of your work from home if that makes you more comfortable.”
My knees wobble as I look around the office. The entire perimeter is floor to ceiling shelves full of rubber cocks and sex toys.
I have made a huge mistake.
“Where’s the coffee?” I ask. My mind races to the ad. It said The Grynd, but I was certain the Y was a typo. I just said one wrong tap of a key changes the whole meaning. Holy hell. Each of the items sitting like Oscars on the shelf is intended for the Y between a woman’s legs not the i in I’ll have another cup please.
“I’ll find it in one of the boxes and get a pot started for you.” His demeanor is calm as if we aren’t standing in the center of a room full of dicks.
“Great.” My voice warbles a bit and I clear my throat to cover the sound.
I really should turn and run, but a flashback of the drunks on my doorstep keeps me rooted in place. Thankfully, Mr. Stark turns away from me and toward the wall of penises. I chew my lip and play with my hair until I’m sure I’ve worn a hole through my skin, and the long tendrils hang around my face.
