Mine to Keep (Southern Wedding #8) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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“My parents would love for it to take place here in the city since it’s basically the middle for everyone.”

Nash puts in, “I’m sure Grace can help you work on this.”

I glare at him. “Yeah, right.” I ignore the way he is baiting me, but the rest of the meeting is smooth sailing as we work on the budget we are aiming to have. If everything goes according to plan, we are going to be above projected revenue by the end of the month.

Once the meeting is over, I’m one of the first ones to get up, grabbing my stuff before heading out. Jaret and Nash each grab another juice box and snack before following me out.

My eyes scan the work area, and I don’t know why I’m shocked to see Grace sitting at her desk. It irritates me, and I just don’t know why. Technically, I know it does because I don’t want her sitting at the desk. I didn’t like how she tested me. I also didn’t like how it totally backfired on me. I stop beside her desk, and she looks up from her computer at me. “What are you doing?”

“It’s called working.” She turns in her chair to look straight at me, putting her hands on the desk.

“I meant, what are you doing?” I clarify. I can see her smirk start to fill her face and my whole body goes on alert, especially the one body part that needs to stay in his own fucking lane. I swear, it’s like I didn’t jerk off this morning in the shower.

“Well,” she says, “I was reading emails to better understand the company, as well as make notes of certain things I need to watch out for.”

Fuck, that was a good answer, something I would have told her to do anyway, but she beat me to it. “Grab a pad and meet me in my office.” I turn and storm into my office, throwing my jacket on the couch before going over to my desk.

Pulling out the chair, I toss the manila folders on my desk before sitting down. I look up at the same time as I reach for the button at my wrist, unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeve to my elbow. “I take it the meeting didn’t go well?” She saunters in, and yes, I used the word saunter. That is the only word that can describe how she slithered in here. Her hips swinging left and right, taunting everyone. I look around to see if anyone is watching how she walks and notice it’s only me. “Did they not like the snacks?”

I undo the other cuff before I speak. “The snacks were fine,” I grumble between clenched teeth. “We need to go over things.”

“Perf,” she responds, walking over to one of the chairs and sitting down, the notepad in her hand as she sits. She doesn’t cross her legs. Instead, she crosses her ankles and puts them to the side.

“Perf?” I repeat, and she smiles at me.

“Means perfect. It’s what all the cool kids are saying these days.” I grit my teeth as she smiles at me.

“It’s one more syllable,” I say. “If my four-year-old can do it, I’m sure you can as well.”

“Does not like abbreviations.” She writes on her notepad. “Noted.”

I ignore the way her eyes twinkle when she looks at me, as if she is playing a game and she’s just won. “Email must be checked accordingly,” I instruct her. “There are private and confidential items that are being exchanged, so discretion is a must.”

“That goes without saying,” she replies, writing it down.

“My calendar is synced on my computer as well as yours, so any changes have to be done immediately. If things are going to change drastically, I want you to come and talk to me first so we can do it accordingly.” She writes down everything. “Until you get the hang of things.” I lean back in my chair. “Every morning, I would like to go over your schedule to make sure you don’t—”

“F it up,” she pipes up. “Sorry, abbreviation again. Mess things up.”

All I can do is stare at her. She bites her bottom lip, and I swear to God, my cock gets so hard it hurts. “So, while you were in the meeting.” She taps her pen on the pad. “I was going through the extensive and impressive client list you have.” I nod at her, waiting to hear what she has to say. “And I went in and tried to find any notes on each client, and there were none. I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to go over your client list so you can give me a quick rundown on the clients. Little things I might need to know in order to do my job better.”



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