Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Correct,” he confirms right before he puts down the hot matcha.
“And you bought me matcha.” I point at them on the table.
“Unfortunately, that’s what you like.” He shrugs.
“You’re something else, Mr. Griffin.”
“Rule number two, you can’t call me that, ever.” He takes off his jacket and tosses it on one of the chairs before he puts his hands on his hips. My eyes drop to his black Tom Ford belt before flying back to his face. “Unless…”
I hold up my hand. “I don’t want to hear what your unless is,” I practically snap, “and you are literally ruining all the rules.”
“How am I doing that?”
“You are flirting with me right now.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not flirting with you. At least, I don’t think I am.”
“Well, you are.”
“Really?” He tries to hide his smile, but what starts as a smirk quickly turns into a full-blown smile. “Interesting.”
“What is?” I ask, my interest piqued.
“If you think that’s flirting, then the guy you’re with is doing it wrong.”
A knock on the door has me about to jump out of my shoes. A woman pokes her head in. “Found you.” She walks in, swaying her hips left to right in a maroon skirt with a champagne silk shirt. Her black hair is perfectly styled and curled at the ends. “You must be the great Zoey.” She comes to me first, extending her hand. “I’m Kailyn.” I reach out to shake her hand. “Nash’s assistant.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smile.
“I hope you got in all right and settled in.”
“I did, thank you,” I say as she looks over at Nash with literal hearts in her eyes. Except he has no idea. He’s totally oblivious to it all.
“I have cleared your schedule for the next couple of days,” she tells him. “I also just confirmed your attendance at the Bankers Summit in Vegas from Thursday until Sunday.”
“Sounds good,” he says to her. “I think I have all my travel schedule done for after.” He looks at her, then looks back at me. “Let me show you the rest of the office.”
Kailyn walks out of the conference room before us, but Nash waits for me to be at his side before he extends his hand to the other side of the hallway. “This is my office.” He walks toward the left side of the office, right across from the conference room. It’s the first office when you walk in from the waiting area.
“Is this where the magic happens?” I ask, stepping into the room. It’s right then I notice I fucked up in my words.
“Not all the magic,” he quickly answers me. “That magic isn’t ever performed here.”
“I walked right into that one,” I mumble, then turn to him. “I meant all the brainstorming.”
“Now, who’s flirting with who?” He winks at me before he walks out of the office and down the hallway, and I love this concept right away. “On one side of the office are the individual offices.” He points to the right. “In the middle area are all the assistants.” I see four desks lined up, one right after the other, but with enough space between for privacy. “Then this,” he continues and walks over to the left side, “is my favorite part that I just brought into the office.” He proudly states, “It’s a work-share space.” Four desks are connected in the middle and then two desks at the end. “It can be lonely working all alone in the office, so I wanted them to be able to shoot off ideas and stuff here without it being stuffy.”
“This is amazing.” I look around and see pictures of the office workers all lined up. Some pictures are from the office, while a couple of the pictures look like they were taken outside at a picnic or something. “Every second month, we have team building. We either go bowling, take a cooking course, or just plain have a picnic.”
“It must be great for the morale around here,” I say, impressed when one of the assistants walks in and spots Nash. He holds up his hand to say good morning as he rushes to his desk to answer a call.
“I realized a long time ago that people are more encouraged to work with you when you listen to them.” He puts his hands in his pockets. “Who wants to come to work and be miserable?”
“Not many big enterprises think like that,” I say.
“Well, what can I say? I’m one in a million.” He turns while he hides his smile. “In the back is the bathroom and kitchen area.” He points all the way to the end. “Shall we get to work?”
I clap my hands. “Let’s.” I follow him back toward the conference room as people start trickling in. I notice they all stop and talk to him. He introduces me to everyone, and by the time we get back to the conference room, I’m fully invested in him and his company.