Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I shook their hands and walked to HR to get started. I spent two hours there reviewing the necessary paperwork and ensuring all the i’s were dotted and t’s crossed. The lady gave me the company manual, showed me to my office on the floor below the CEO, and gave me my tag for my parking spot.
On my way out of the door, I realized my wallet had been left in the HR conference room since I had to give them my ID. Turning around, I walked back the way I came, walked into the room, and grabbed my wallet after thanking Nikki, the HR manager, for retrieving it for me. I was walking out the door when everything around me stopped, and this beautiful, blonde, leggy Goddess entered the room. She barely spared me a glance, making my stomach hurt until she turned around and smiled at me, gifting a lone puppy like me with her warmth.
“Hi. Are you here for the interview?” My mind is not working.
“Interview?” I ask, completely flummoxed right now.
“It's the interview for my new PA,” she says, smiling sweetly. Nikki begins shaking her head.
“Actually, ma'am, he is…” I realize she is about to tell her who I am, but I stop her. Don’t ask me what I am thinking, but all I know is that I need to be close to her and get to know her.
“Yes. Yes, I am here for the PA position.” Yeah, I am losing it.
“Oh, great. I suppose everything checked out, Nikki?” She looks at Nikki, waiting for a response. I turn slightly, and as can be expected, Nikki is as confused as I am, but here I am, nodding to her to play along.
“Sure.” She says, holding up a thumb. It would be humorous if it weren’t so awkward.
“Great. Well, welcome aboard. Let me show you to my office.” Nodding, I walked behind her; my eyes focused on her perfectly shaped ass and legs in a skirt way too short for my liking. “Oh by the way, I’m April Van Houten. You are?” Oh shit. April as in the daughter of the owner of the company. Fuck. I sure know how to step into it.
“Ken. My name is Ken,” I tell her in case she knows the new CFO is Kendrick. Holding her hand out to me, she smiles, her pink gloss making her lips look suckable and sweet.
“Well, nice to meet you, Ken. I hope we work well together.” Oh, baby, we will be working on something together.
CHAPTER
ONE
APRIL
PRESENT DAY
Holy shit! So much has happened in the last year. Dad retired, and I’m CEO. I have three sisters and we are all named after months of the year, as per our bio dad’s eccentric note, and it’s the best thing ever. We’ve met up a few times this year already since they are all loved up and in various stages of pregnancy, I’ve decided to take over their list of men January and Oliver determined our anonymous sperm donor could possibly be. January, February, and March are just about the coolest sisters a girl could have too. I have no doubt in mind that what we’ve found in each other is exactly what I’ve been missing.
As for work, I’ve got my new PA, who is great. He and I get along well, and he anticipates my needs before I do. Without him, I wouldn’t have been able to meet my sisters, so I’m grateful. Now, Ken is just…hot. I know, with everything that happened with Jonathan and his assistant, Lisa, I shouldn’t even think about it, but I can’t help it. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. At twenty-two, I’ve never been with a man. All I’ve done is one fumbling, humbling, horrifying experience of Seven Minutes in Heaven with Bobby Showalter at Ginny Henson’s thirteenth birthday party. My first and only kiss resulted in my and Bobby’s braces getting stuck together, so I’m not entirely sure that counts if you’re bleeding. Luckily, we had the same orthodontist who came to my house to unstick us. Dr. Lowenthal never let either one of us forget it. Neither did anyone in class right through graduation. Back to Ken, I find myself fantasizing about him all the damn time. It’s annoying. My panties are always, always, always wet. He crowds my space. His cologne fills the room; all I want to do is climb him like a tree.
“April?” he asks, coming into my office, interrupting a particularly dirty fantasy of him under my desk eating my pussy. I frown, upset at being pulled from the erotic moment.
“Yes, Ken?” After two days of Ms. Van Houten this and Ms. Van Houten that, I told him to call me April. Besides, I wanted to hear my name on his lips often. God, I’m sick.