Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
The elevator chimes as I’m putting a note on her desk with meeting notes I need drafted up this afternoon. I turn around and see her slide her card against the reader, and my heart does a flip. She’s gorgeous in her large black full-length military-style trench coat with her cute knit green hat, matching scarf and gloves.
“Good morning, Mr. King.” She smiles as she enters, moves right past me, and walks around the desk as if it’s natural. I want her to stop and fall into my arms for a kiss like it should be.
“Good morning, Ms. Pernetti. I have that document that needs typing as soon as possible. The notes for using the phone are right there, and your passwords are in that sealed envelope. I’ll be in my office for the next hour. Let me know when you finish that task.” I walk away in a hurry, leaving her standing there with her pretty mouth open wide. After all, I promised to be the one to show her everything. Still, I can’t do it right now because my chest feels like it’s about to explode, and my slacks feel the strain of my erection pressing into the material.
She knocks on my door an hour later sheepishly. “Please come in, Ms. Pernetti.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’d call, but I’m not sure what line reaches your office.”
“That’s fine. I’ll show you. Did you finish the assignment?”
“Yes, I have, but you didn’t say if you wanted emailed or printed up, so I printed it.”
“That’s perfect. I need to read through it, and frankly it’s better this way.”
“I haven’t seen Ms. Dalton today. Is she busy in her office?”
“Ms. Dalton no longer works for me. She has since been relieved of her position.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now, that’s not up for office gossip.”
“Who am I going to share it with when you fire everyone?” She claps her hand to her mouth.
“Well that’s not the right response when I’m so quick to fire people, but I haven’t fired everyone. I’m looking for a full-time law clerk and have several interviews in the next week. Please continue to do your job and don’t be concerned about those matters.”
“Yes, sir,” she says mouth clamped tight in annoyance. Good. She and I need to keep this a business relationship because I can’t let my feelings loose.
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Two weeks… I’m trying to hang onto my sanity, but it’s difficult. All this time I had no idea she existed and now that I do, I can’t fucking stay away from the office. My caseload isn’t any lighter than it was before, but I’m dragging it out, working longer hours the second she leaves the office for the day.
“Good morning, Mr. King. Your client will be arriving in twenty minutes. Should I prepare the coffee cart and have it brought in?”
“Yes, as per usual,” I sniped out at her accidentally. My anger should be directed at myself not at her because I’m so keyed up. It’s not her fault that I want to drag her down onto the nearest surface and fuck her until she’s too weak to stand and I don’t have an ounce of semen left in my body.
With everything going on, I held off on hiring a new law clerk and brought in a few interns for Powell, Williams, and myself. My new intern starts today which creates a protective barrier between Valentine and I, so it’s not just the two of us in the office. Hopefully, it will help me control myself.
Chapter Five
Valentine
“Hi, Sam,” I call out, walking into the building after a lively weekend. We had a fun time which was pretty relaxing if I didn’t miss my boss. Mr. King had been on my mind so much that I had a hard time hiding that fact from my insanely distracted best friend. After a couple of drinks, I spilled my guts that I’d fallen for my boss in just a few weeks, who was ready to toss me out on my ass for any infraction.
“Hello, Valentine. Did you have a nice weekend?” Sam asked, smiling as if I have more to tell, but unlike everyone else, I’m an innocent little flower.
“Yes. I hung out with some friends. You?” Petra and Jack were a blast; his sister brought tons of desserts to their house to taste test, making it a great weekend.
“Same thing.”
“Has Mr. King come in yet?” I asked.
“Yes,” a deep growl comes from behind me, sending a shiver right through me, hitting my pussy dead center. My back stiffens, and I straighten up.
Turning on my heel, I see my boss, who scowls as usual. I’m surprised I still have a job considering I get on his nerves every day.
“Good morning, Mr. King.” It’s been almost a month since I started working for him and it hasn’t gotten easier to be around him without my emotions going from horny to annoyed.