Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“We need to talk about my assistant and the fact that he can’t write nor can he use a computer.” I flip through my messages again. “I mean, I think one message said to call Dr. Chen.”
“Noah, we’ve gone over this. You can’t have any women. The last one was the final straw and you know it.”
“Okay, fine, but can I have a man who can at least surf the web and type with both hands?” I stare out through my window at Alfred as he puts his face almost into the computer.
“Fine, but I expect you at the seminar we set up this afternoon.” It’s the last thing she says before she hangs up on me.
I open my own computer and go through all my emails as well as some mergers that we need to get fixed up.
At noon, I find myself getting off the elevator at Austin’s company. I turn the corner, getting an eyeful of the nicest ass I’ve seen. Well, today, that is. “Holy mother of God,” I say loudly.
The woman goes to straighten herself up but knocks her head on the desk. The bang echoes in the vast office space.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” I rush behind her as I try to help her up. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I’m holding her hand while her other hand is rubbing the back of her head. “It’s okay. You startled me,” she starts to say and then looks at me.
“What the hell is going on here?” The roar comes from behind her.
She pushes away from me and looks over at Austin. He stands there with his hands on his hips, the vein in his neck twitching.
“It’s my fault, Austin,” I tell him, while I drop her hand. “I came in and was surprised to see her. I startled her, and she knocked her head under the desk. I was just helping her up,” I tell him as I walk around the desk, right up to Austin, where I slap him on the shoulder. “I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch.”
I look at Austin, who hasn’t taken his eyes off this woman. “No, I’m eating in. I have to go over the Grey Stone Park file. Lauren, can you get me lunch? Go to the deli at the corner; we have an account there. Just tell them it’s for me. They know what I like.”
She puts her hand on her hip, glaring at him.
“Please,” Austin hisses out.
“Fine.” She grabs her bag and walks out.
We both watch Lauren walk away, her ass swinging from side to side with each step. Austin is so intent on watching her, he doesn’t even notice when I push him aside and walk into his office.
I throw myself on the couch he has in his office, while he opens the shades to see out into the office space.
“Jesus Christ, who was that sex kitten in heels? I nearly had a heart attack when I walked up to find her bending over,” I ask him, looking in the direction of her desk.
“My new stay-away-from-her assistant,” he grumbles as he sits down on the other side of the couch.
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, what happened to the ‘don’t fuck where you eat, Noah’ speech that you always give me?” When we were in college he would never ever fuck anyone he was in the same class with, never slept with a girl who was in his work-study. He stayed away from anyone in his circle. Which was great for me, because I took them all.
“She’s crazy,” he says. “I hit her car this morning, and then she shows up in the office. I thought she was fucking stalking me.”
That just pushes me over the edge, and I can’t stop laughing, crouching to the side. “You hit her car and then thought she was following you? Holy shit. Were you an asshole to her?” I ask this question because he can be an asshole of sorts.
He smirks at me. “She named me Asshat in her phone.” That set us both off.
“You know you’re fucked, right?” I finally stop laughing and throw my hand over the back of the couch. “When you saw me touch her, I thought you would charge at me like one of those bulls running toward the red sheet.”
“She’s nothing more than a crazy chick with a tight ass. Who will get me coffee daily.”
“Oh, really?” Her voice cuts through the air. My eyes go from Austin to Lauren, who stands there with a couple of bags, and my man looks like he’s catching flies. “Well, then, I’m happy I could assist you in your day,” she snorts, coming in and dumping the bags on the table in front of us. “I also got something for your friend,” she huffs and then walks away. This time slamming the door on her way out.