Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Oops, looked like I was wearing a fair bit of frosting on my cheek too. Oh well.
I sent the photo along with a quick response.
I’m making treats for my super sexy boss! :D :D :D
His reply popped up pretty fast.
I cannot describe what you do to me, Parker.
I let out a breath as a million Rudolphs flew around in my stomach.
DECEMBER 6
“Parker, if you hum ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’ one more time, you won’t live to see another Christmas.”
I shot Mya a scowl before I returned to my screen. “That’s harsh.” But I wasn’t going to let her kill my buzz. Santa was coming to town. In fact, he’d recently landed at LAX.
“Are you almost done with the pamphlets?” Kim asked me.
I nodded. “Five more minutes.” I loved my job when they had me design logos for new projects and events within the company, but less so when I had to redo a bunch of crap past the deadline. And then I got shit because they were late? Today, we were editing some of the material for an international conference the higher-ups were hosting in Europe in a couple of weeks.
It was going to be huge. Five cities, countless vendors our corporation worked with, parties, dinners, and big money. I knew Clarke Abrams was the keynote speaker at a whopping three locations, so he was gonna spend a lot of time on a private jet this Christmas. Wyatt was attending too, though I didn’t know where yet. I was working on his material tomorrow.
That’s what he said.
I snickered to myself and sent another file to Kim.
“Two more files,” I said. “Have we received the schedule for our merry band of Abramses who are attending yet?”
“I’ll forward it,” Mya replied. “I’m making changes for Clarke’s address in Paris, which affects two of his children.”
“I hate changes,” Kim groused. “They’ve had the event planned for a fucking year.”
I huffed in agreement. “How many are going from the West Coast?”
“Seven, I think… Lemme check.” Mya pulled up a new window on her computer and scanned a list with text I couldn’t read from here. “Sorry, nine.” Then she laughed. “It really is a merry band of Abramses. Only two are non-related.”
“I wonder if Mr. Williams is going,” Kim mused.
I cracked up. The whole department knew he’d been invited to speak at a banquet in Luxembourg. Which was both a country and a city, I’d learned. He loved to bring it up.
“So we have Clarke Abrams,” Mya said, reading from the list. “Then his kids, Sean, Christian, Mary, Joey, his nephew Wyatt, his grandson Toby, and Mr. Williams from here, and someone from corporate I don’t know. And that’s just LA. He has eleven others flying out of New York, five of whom he’s related to.”
I chuckled. The conference started on the nineteenth and ended on the twenty-second, so everyone would still be home for Christmas, but even if they hadn’t been, they would’ve had the entire family gathered.
“Okay, you have everything now, Kim,” I said. “I sent you the mock-ups for the Paris event’s hotel lobby tabletop banners and the Luxembourg goodie bag design that required changes too. They gotta go to print ASAP.”
Right as I finished speaking, I heard a knock on the dividing wall between us and the cubicle area, and I looked up and was instantly smacked in the face by the happiest surprise. Not only was Mr. Abrams back, he was down here.
He’s here, he’s here!
“I hope the conference isn’t causing too much hassle,” he commented. “I heard my uncle’s PA requested changes to his itinerary.”
I managed a lopsided grin. He looked so fucking sexy, and I’d missed his voice.
Kim and Mya were visibly shocked to see the big boss down in our little corner.
“Nothing we can’t handle, sir,” I replied.
He smiled. “Good. Are you by any chance available for lunch?”
Oh, fuck yeah, I was. Holy shit, I couldn’t believe it. He was asking just like that? With coworkers nearby? He had to know that people talked.
“I could eat,” I managed to say. The grin was gonna need surgery to come off, though. “Now, or…?”
“Yes. Now. I have a car waiting.”
Well, then.
Fully aware Mya and Kim were giving me looks that told me they’d have questions later, I grabbed my jacket, my wallet, and my phone before I followed Mr. Abrams out of there.
We had the attention of everyone in the cubicle area too, it seemed.
It was less me and a lot more him, of course. They weren’t used to seeing him down here either.
When we reached the lobby, Mr. Abrams let me go first, and he put a hand on the small of my back to usher me toward the exit. Another thing he had to know people would talk about! It made me confused that he was so open. Overjoyed, sure, but confused.