Page 143 of Hate to Love You

Just after ten I gave her a list of properties to review and put into one combined document for me. I waited a good ten minutes before texting Jenny to go and get my coffee from Roast. The look on Abby’s face when she saw Jenny sashaying down the aisle with the shop’s distinct blue cup was mildly entertaining to see the least.

I did have to shoo her from my office as soon as she dropped it off, however, as the bitch apparently thought me sending her on this quest meant I wanted her attention for some reason. But it still accomplished what I hoped it would: it got under Abby’s skin.

By eleven she was fidgeting with everything on her desk. I watched her getting increasingly more frustrated every time she’d go to pick up her stapler or tape dispenser, only to remember that everything was bolted directly into the surface.

And by noon she’d probably refreshed her coffee half a dozen times, likely just to walk up and down the row of desks in an attempt to lure my attention with her pin-stripe tights.

But I stayed buried in my work.

Or at least I appeared to be.

What my sexy little assistant didn’t realize was that as our Chief Executive Officer, I could pull up the security camera footage on my computer. And that while I appeared to be so preoccupied with those executive duties that I couldn’t acknowledge her existence; I was actually watching every little glance she shot my way.

And for a woman who claims to not be interested, she sure couldn’t keep her eyes off of me, and also couldn’t stand when mine weren’t constantly on her.

But perhaps the cherry on top of the entire day was requesting Heather to meet me…in my office.

Heather was one of the most beautiful girls at Nikotech. Second only to Abby, of course.

She was slender, with long blonde hair, and perfectly shaped fake tits. There wasn’t a man on my team that wouldn’t sacrifice their left nut to sleep with her. But unlike Jenny and Alison, who had already opened their legs for me, as well as a handful of my men, Heather was aroused by power…which meant she only had eyes for me.

And Abby knew it.

So, at three, when the elevator doors open, and she steps onto the executive floor, in her bright red chiffon blouse, matching red-bottom heels, and tight black pencil-skirt, it feels as if the temperature drops five degrees.

And this time it wasn’t me fiddling with the thermostat.

My plan almost backfires on me, however, as I find Heather to be exhausting.

Her company is boring, her personality vapid, and her lust for relevance is pathetically obvious.

Strangely there’s also a part of me that hates the way she glides past Abby’s desk, prematurely drunk on a fake sense of superiority.

Abby is far above you, Miss Jenson. Watch your step.

But I know there’s a purpose for her visit, and I have to play along if I want it to be effective.

“Afternoon, Mr. Antonov,” she says, batting her lashes at me. “Is this still a good time for you?”

“Yes, Miss Jenson,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

I’m not, and her voice already annoys me. But I press on, because this little meeting is intentional.

I’ve noticed the way Heather stares at Abby, likely sensing my attraction to her. And I’ve noticed the way Abby glares at Heather, likely sensing that the slut has had my cock shoved in all of her little fuck holes.

Women were observant like that. Almost as if they can smell when another woman has been on you…or when they’re a threat.

And today I’m going to leverage that threat.

After all, I could’ve just asked for this portfolio analysis to be emailed, not delivered in person.

I also could’ve left the privacy glass off. But I knew it would make Abby jealous, especially knowing what she did with me, in that very office.

So, with the flick of the switch, I light the fuse.

Taking a seat back behind my desk, I allow Heather to drone on about financial gains and trades that I already know by heart, discreetly watching my little fox squirm on my monitor.

She taps her pencil against the desk.