Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She smirks at me, putting her cup on her desk and leaning over. Another thing I should add to the employee handbook is no bending over desks. She’s constantly bending over the fucking desk, leaving her ass on display. “That isn’t how OnlyFans works,” she informs me. “I want to have five hundred subscribers before I quit.”
“Well, you should tell your feet people.” Again, I inwardly groan and tell myself to shut the fuck up.
“Good idea.” She picks up her phone. “Going to send out the email right now.” She taps on her phone for a second before she turns and laughs at me; the little shit. “Would you like a coffee?” She now sits slightly on her desk, making her legs look like they need to be wrapped around my waist.
“No,” I snap before walking into my office, really wanting a coffee. I grab my phone to place an order for coffee when the phone rings in my hand, and I see it’s my mother calling. “Hello, Mother,” I answer, putting the phone to my ear, as I look out and see Grace is sitting at her desk.
“Caine,” she says, and I can hear she’s walking in New York because all I hear is honking in the background. “How are you, dear?”
“What did I do?” I ask her right away, and she chuckles. “Every single time you call me dear, it’s not a good thing.”
“Nonsense,” she denies. “Anyway, I’m calling because I just got off the phone with Nash.” I look out and see Jaret has walked in and stopped at Grace’s desk. I watch him as my mother goes on and on. He lifts his hand when he catches me watching him. “So, what do you think?” my mother asks, and I have to stop glaring at Jaret and look down at my hand.
“What do I think about what?” I ask, getting up and taking off my jacket.
“Nash was telling me that your new PA knows someone who can help plan the gala,” she huffs. “I need you to set up a meeting and let me know. Gotta run, love you. Kiss Meadow for me.”
She hangs up before I tell her no, making me groan. I pull up the thread for my brother.
I’m about to text Nash when the phone rings in my hand, and I see Marylin has messaged me. She actually messaged me last week, and I never opened it. I click her name and see that she sent me over five texts.
Marylin: Caine, I’m thinking of coming to town and would like to know if I can visit Meadow.
Marylin: Hey, Caine, circling around to my previous text.
Marylin: Good morning, Caine, I’m coming to town sometime this week. I’ll let you know when I land.
Marylin: Caine, I’ll be in town on Monday night. I was thinking maybe we can do lunch on Tuesday.
Marylin: I’ll be at your place Tuesday morning instead, see you then. Please tell my daughter I’ll be visiting.
I scoff at all the texts.
Caine: Marylin, just got your texts. Call me when you land, and we can figure out when it’s a good time for Meadow.
I’m about to press send when there is a knock on my door, and I look up to see Grace. “You’re late,” she informs me, and I stare at her. “Meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago.”
“Shit,” I swear, getting up and grabbing my files with me. “Thanks.”
She stands there, and when I get close enough to her, I can smell her perfume. “My mother would like you to set up a meeting with the event planners.”
“Your mother?” She folds her arms over her chest, and it pushes her tits higher.
“Yes,” I confirm, stepping away from her and her smell.
“Well, if it’s for your mother, I can’t say no, can I?” She walks toward her desk and bends over. This time, one of her feet comes up just a touch. “I’ll see what I can do.” I just stare at her like I’m under this fucking spell.
“Caine!” Vinny shouts from the conference room. “Are you coming?”
“Have the information ready for me when I’m done,” I snap before I turn and walk toward the conference room.
“Sorry for the delay,” I say, walking in and pulling out my chair.
“Why don’t we have any juice boxes,” Steven says, “and the animal crackers? Who did the snacks today?”
“Kayla,” Vinny reports. “I’ll add it to the list for next week.”
“Are we going to start?” I say to the table, and not giving them a chance, I start the meeting.
“There is that dinner tonight,” Vinny reminds me when we end the meeting, and I nod my head. “We’ll head down together,” I tell him, walking out of the office and seeing Grace at her desk, her eyes on the computer screen in front of her.