Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Fuck yes there was. I needed her bare-assed and bent over my desk.
I cleared my throat as I buttoned my suit jacket to help conceal my highly inappropriate erection. “Yes, I expect you to only leave my office when you are dismissed. Leave without permission again and there will be consequences, understood, Ms. Carmichael?”
With her head held straight and her gaze frozen on her computer screen, the only indication she caught my meaning was the deepened blush on her cheeks. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
Not wishing for any more of our exchange to be on display, I turned and stormed back into my office. Leaning back in my executive oxblood chair, I was contemplating returning to my private bathroom and rubbing one out, knowing it would be the only way I’d be able to concentrate, when a high-pitched, nasally voice came from my doorway.
“Oh, Harrison, there you are.”
“Do I know you?” I asked, arching a brow at the brunette with bright pink lipstick in my doorway. Her matching pink skirt was inappropriately short for the office, and the thin, white silk shirt she wore showed far too much of her surgeon-assisted cleavage.
“Oh, you are so silly. Of course, we know each other. I’m Ally. Senator Blackwell’s daughter.”
“What are you doing in my office, Ms. Blackwell?” I did not have time for this shit today. Especially not when I could still taste my new paralegal’s kiss and my cock was still rock hard.
“Well, I just wanted to stop in and say hi. I work for the mayor now, and I was hoping that meant I would be seeing more of you. Maybe we could go grab a bite sometime.”
“Ashley—” I intentionally got her name wrong to impress on this girl that she was wasting my time.
“Ally.” She stomped her foot like a child.
I needed to end this now.
“Whatever. You need to go. I have work to do. I am sure the mayor will be happy to take you to dinner. He usually does when he fucks his interns. He is a class act like that. I, however, am far too busy to entertain the fantasies of little girls who look like they would be a terrible lay. Please leave.” I had moved to the door as I spoke.
Her face whitened as I approached, until I slammed the door in her face.
I had barely gotten back to my desk when the door slammed open again, and she barged in.
“You can’t talk to me like that. Do you know who I am?”
“A spoiled bitch looking for a rich husband. Leave.” I didn’t bother looking at her as I started my computer.
A loud screeching sound grabbed my attention. My secretary had grabbed the girl by her high ponytail and pulled her away. There was a bit of a scuffle before Cynthia was at my door again.
“Sorry, Mr. Astrid. I stepped away only for a coffee run.”
“It’s fine, Cynthia. Thank you for handling that.”
“Of course.” She gave me her soft smile that always made me think of a grandmother from a nursery rhyme. “I have your coffee and one for your new paralegal.”
I traded Cynthia a large stack of folders for my coffee. “Please ask Ms. Carmichael for her usual coffee order and pick it up with mine in the mornings.”
I nodded in the direction of my open doorway. “And make sure that useless fluff of pink is banned from entering the building again.”
“Already done. Anything else?”
I leaned back and rubbed my jaw. “Yes, send Ms. Carmichael in.”
A moment later Ms. Carmichael stepped into my office but hovered near the threshold. While her clothes could use some work, her makeup was once again flawless. More importantly, she appeared calm and collected.
Professional.
My jaw tightened.
Of course, it was preferred that she was presentable, especially with Cynthia standing just outside my door. Yet a dangerous, testosterone-driven part of me wanted her to still look thoroughly kissed and almost fucked.
“We need to discuss your duties.”
She nodded curtly. Her green eyes stared at a spot just over my shoulder, refusing to meet my gaze as she finished for me. “I’ve already started reviewing the files stacked on my desk. Did you need them checked or—”
“No, they are mostly police reports. I need you to comb through them and make sure there is nothing that would surprise us later in court. I need to make sure everything is admissible, and if anything isn’t, then find precedents to make it admissible.”
“Is there a reason we are doing this by hand and not on a computer?”
It was a fair question.
“Yes, there is, Ms. Carmichael. When I need you to know, I will tell you, but for now, do your work and ensure that Cynthia has your coffee order for your morning and afternoon cups. We will be working a lot of long nights during this case. I need you focused and alert.”