Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
She was in and out of his office, three times, I counted. What could she possibly have to talk to him about this early in the morning? She’d been hired as a sort of assistant to me, while I was his personal admin. Something I never asked for and certainly didn’t need. But I had no say in the matter.
There was absolutely no reason for her to be in there and even less reason for her to be here this early. Was this it? Was she my replacement? The thought made me sick to my stomach. I studied her under cover of my lowered lashes and felt everything I wanted slipping through my fingers.
She was everything he was rumored to like before he’d chosen me. Blonde, leggy, a bit young, but she couldn’t be that much younger than my twenty-five. Still, I could see why he’d fallen for her. She was pretty if a little scatterbrained. That last was a shock. I would never have expected him to go for the easily excitable type. And unlike me she seemed to be very relaxed in his presence. Though my problem stemmed more from heightened awareness than unease.
Chapter 2
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I booted up my computer and tried to make myself look busy but I couldn’t concentrate. I wanted to march into his office and demand to know the truth. How could he come to me last night if he knew he was planning to move on? Or was he still in the training stages with her?
I remember what that was like and the idea that he would share that with her just a few short months later made me feel murderous and sick. Was she feeling that special glow after one of his smoldering looks? Was he touching her even when he didn’t have to? Going out of his way to crowd her just so he could be close?
I watched her every move every time she went in and out of that room, my anger growing with each trip. I was very close to doing something I never would’ve imagined myself capable of. I’ve never been much for confrontation, choosing rather to back down and walk away. But this was worth fighting for. I was gearing up to do…something, not sure what, when his voice came through the intercom on my desk.
“Ms. Carmichael, come in here please.” His voice jolted me and I got up from my seat to answer his call.
“Yes sir?” I kept my head down refusing to look at him. He sees too much, and I knew how he’d react to any show of what I was feeling, especially in the work place.
I took down the notes he gave before turning to leave the room. He was so impersonal, so detached almost. I felt deflated as I made my way back to my desk. It was over, I was sure.
I hurried through the day until it was time to go to lunch and though I had no appetite, I needed to get out of there. My phone buzzed just as I was taking my bag from the drawer.
“Yes sir?”
“Go home.” My heart fell to my toes and I felt sick. Had he just fired me? I couldn’t think. Retrieving my bag I left the office and the building in a trance. I don’t remember getting home or dragging off my clothes before dropping into bed in tears.
I cried for my broken heart, for what could’ve been if only he’d given us a chance. The earlier anger was gone and all that was left was a deep void of dark emptiness.
I didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps as they made their way to the room where I laid. I felt the impression of someone climbing into bed with me, and my eyes flew open in fright.
My heart went into overdrive when I saw that it was him. The anger was back in a flash and I lashed out. Just as with all our previous dalliances there was nothing said, just furious blows raining down on his head his chest and anywhere I could reach.
He laughed, it was the first time I’d ever heard it and it stopped me in my tracks. His face was transformed, softening with his smile. Still he didn’t say anything, just nuzzled my neck before making his way down to my chest.
His hand found its way between my thighs and I spread them for him to find what he was looking for. His fingers teased me before dipping inside where the heat was already building. How was he able to quell all my fears with just a touch? Why did I have no resistance? Even when I was mad enough to kill.
His teeth surrounded my nipple and I filled his hand with my juices. He lifted his head from my breast and found my mouth with his while his fingers drove into me harder.