Page 16 of Perfect Strangers


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He was friendly and caring as we talked yesterday in his office all afternoon.

I wanted to go back to his office, yell at him for the way he talked to me… but that sounded childish. He was my boss and I needed this job. Annoying him wouldn’t help me get along well with him. Also, maybe something was bothering him.

I suppressed a giggle with the possibility of him being sexually frustrated as much as I was.

I know what could make him feel better, I thought, but shook my head to stop that train of thought.

Coffee… he wanted coffee… but how did he drink his coffee? With milk, sugar, anything else?

I checked other papers his assistant left me, aka new assistant, to see if she noted his coffee preferences. She even noted which size of shirt he wore, his shoe number… there had to be a coffee preference somewhere, too, but no luck. I had to go with my gut and that bastard could tell me how he wanted his coffee next time.

I went to cafeteria, got his coffee –black, he seemed that kind of guy, and mine.

“You’re new here?” someone said behind me. I turned to face him, “Yep, I am.”

“I’m Troy, working in the finance department… and you are?” he said, extending his hand to me despite seeing my hands were full. I put my cup on the table and shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, Troy. I’m Melody, Mr. Hawke’s new assistant.”

He was a cute guy, like the boy next door –golden hair, sea blue eyes, a cute face.

“Oh, so you’ll be isolated for awhile, then. We don’t go up there till he finishes his projects. It must be boring for you,” he offered.

“It isn’t that bad. My first day was interesting enough,” I told him, remembering how everything turned out since I got inside this building.

“Good for you, then. If you get bored… or something… my office is on the third floor,” he said, scratching his neck, troubled.

“Umm… okay?”

“I mean… there are lots of people there, you can meet them all. You don’t have to come to my office… you can

come if you’d like, of course…” he mumbled, I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Jeez, I’m always being silly when I see a beautiful girl. Oh my! I should stop talking, right?” he continued.

He was really the cutest guy I’ve ever seen.

“Yes, Mr. Connor. You should stop talking. I don’t pay you to entertain ladies in the building.”

Troy and I both jumped when we heard his voice… Kellan Hawke.

“Yes, Mr. Hawke,” Troy answered, his face was a shade of pink already.

“And Miss Crown, I remember I wanted coffee from you almost fifteen minutes ago. Was Mr. Connor more important than your boss’ needs?” he turned to me, his eyes were blazing.

“I cannot compare a guy and a cup of coffee, Mr. Hawke. But I can say he was more entertaining than you, for sure,” I said, narrowing my eyes. I saw Troy’s head quickly turn to me in shock, but I couldn’t risk losing eye contact with Kellan.

“Back to your work, Mr. Connor,” Kellan said through his gritted teeth without looking away from me.

“I’d better go,” Troy murmured, almost like a whisper and hurried to get out of the cafeteria.

“Coffee, Miss Crown. Now,” he hissed at my face and left me alone, panting.

He was hot when he was angry!

Kellan

For the first time in my life, I didn’t fuck a woman when I wanted, even though I knew she wanted it as much as I did. It frustrated me, made me angry, but also turned me the fuck on. This was ridiculous… the whole situation with this Melody Crown.

She was beautiful, I’d admit, with her shapely legs, curvy body, the bluest eyes I’d even seen, and that blonde hair like a golden halo around her innocent face. She was hot, too… the perfect mixture of shy, innocent and wild. But I have been with more beautiful women than her, wilder, more experienced women that would make her look like a school girl next to them. What was so extraordinary about her that I couldn’t shake off?

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