Page 35 of Lucky In Love
When he tossed in a new assistant, I thought I was getting a stellar deal, and fuck, she’s supposed to be his best one, but I didn’t expect sex on a stick. I expected someone who would wear a boxy suit, hair, and makeup so plain, and too busy to get the job done, but in walks the hottest thing to see the damn light of day.
I stay away from my office, driving out to Lombard for a meeting, hoping to get some breathing room, but of course that won’t last because she’ll be there until I have a reason to fire her and send her back to Granger. I’m starting to think my luck finally backfired on me.
Chapter Two
Isla
Isla
“Hi, sweetheart. How was your first week with that lucky asshole?” my father asks.
“It’s fine,” I lie and I’m glad we’re on the phone because my face would give me away. It’s one of the most arduous weeks of my life. I’m underqualified, overwhelmed, and insanely enamored with my boss.
“Come on, there’s got to be more than that. Tell me about his operation.”
“I can’t. They made me sign an NDA the second I stepped into the human resources office.”
“So they have secrets to hide…”
“Or maybe they knew that you would be on my ass asking me for any juicy corporate info you could use to undercut his deals.”
“You haven’t told them I’m your father, have you?”
“Of course not. Although I’m surprised they didn’t look too deep into my records when they hired me.”
“That was my doing. Don’t worry about it and just go with the flow and don’t let it slip.”
“Well then, leave me alone and we’ll be fine. It’s not like you call me more than every six weeks when mom wants to have a family dinner.”
Chapter Three
Carter
Three Months Later
“Son of a bitch,” a male voice snarls from outside my door. I lift my head from my computer, attention peaked by who would dare raise their voice in my office.
“I’m so sorry,” Isla’s soft voice apologizes with her gentle way, and I can see the edge of her red hair from my desk.
“God, you’re such a fucking clumsy bitch.” My eyes nearly jump out of my head at his fucking audacity.
I’m on my feet with the door open before he can get another fucking breath out. “You’re fired.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Sullivan.” She walks to her desk like I was talking to her little redheaded nightmare ass, but I need to put a stop to that.
“Stop, Ms. Bryne.” I turn to Jackson Moore. “Moore, you are the one who is canned.”
“What? She’s the cunt that bumped into me.”
“What the fuck did you just call her?” I’m on him in a heartbeat with my hand on his collar, slamming him on the desk.
“Amos, get security to escort this piece of crap out of my office before I forget that I used to kill people.” My personal assistant calls security while Moore nearly wets himself. As a retired Navy Seal, I had my fair share of kills and wiping this asshole off the face of the Earth for insulting my future wife wouldn’t even faze me, but we had an audience and I’m a wealthy civilian now.
I release Moore and he stumbles to his feet. “So, this is what you made a stink about?” He dropped fucking papers on the floor that he’s about to try and pick up, but this was my company and he’s no longer an employee, so I snatch them up first. He pales and I remind myself to look at them when I’m alone. Although I have other matters that concern me. The ding of the elevator brings the arrival of security.
“Please escort Mr. Moore to his desk to clear out his things before helping him out of my building. He has been fired.” I turn away from them and look at my heart and soul, the three months of pure torture, and bark, “Ms. Bryne, my office now.”
She nervously steps around her desk and I fight back the groan of seeing her in that tight green dress that hugs every curve of her slender hourglass figure that makes my dick hard. I want to peel that painted on material and lick every inch until she screams my name and I bury my stiff, aching cock deep inside her.