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)
Carrying the coffees in my hand, I press the elevator button with my elbow. The ping comes soon after, and the silver doors open. I walk in, pressing the number 7 button before moving to the side in case someone comes in. It stops at the lobby, and five people get in. By the time we get to my floor, I’m the only one left in the elevator. I step out and come face-to-face with the glass doors with the company name on it. Pulling open the door, I smile at Nicoletta, the receptionist. “Good morning,” I greet her as she answers the phone and lifts her hand to wave at me.
I walk past her desk into the office space. The five offices each have a desk in front of them. I walk to my corner office, passing by some of the other personal assistants as I say good morning. My office door is open, and the desk outside of it is bare. All of Martina's stuff is gone. The only things on the desk are two computer screens, a keyboard, and a phone.
I look down as I cross into my office, passing the black leather couch in the corner that is put there just for show. I’ve never actually sat on it. Instead, I just toss my shit on there when I walk in.
I walk to the glass desk, putting the coffees down before I pull out the black chair. I take the phone out of my inside jacket pocket and toss it on the desk. “Oh, good, you’re here.” I look up to see Loren coming into the office, followed by a girl. My eyes go from Loren to the girl to my brother, who is waiting behind the girl.
“I am,” I confirm, suddenly taking in the girl standing beside Loren. My mouth almost hangs open as I see it’s the ass I was looking at not long ago. The girl standing there must be five foot three, at most. She’s a good five foot three but she’s wearing the highest heels I’ve ever seen. Her skirt is even tighter than it looked before, with a huge band around her tiny waist. She’s wearing a light-brown shirt that flows, so it must be silk, there is a bow at her neck and her sleeves stop at her elbows with thick cuffs. My eyes roam to her green eyes, or are they a dark blue? She looks straight at me with a smile on her face. “What’s going on?”
“I would like you to meet your new PA,” Loren replies with a smile on her face as she turns toward the woman. I stare at her and then back at the girl, then at Nash, laughing suddenly.
“This is a joke,” I say, putting my hands on my hips. “What day is it?” I ask, looking at the girl in front of me. She looks like she’s in high school. “Is today April Fools’?”
“Caine,” my brother chides, and I point at him.
“This is a joke. Okay, very funny, everyone.” I nod my head at the girl. “You got me.”
“Caine,” Loren says, her voice tight, “I would like you to meet Grace Barnes.” My eyes swing straight to her. “She is your new personal assistant.”
“Wait,” I reply, holding up my hand, “this isn’t a joke? She looks like she just got out of high school. Actually, it looks like she’s still in high school.”
“I don’t know if I should say thank you or not,” Grace finally says, her voice is soft. She looks over at Loren. “Also, I’m not sure if you should assume anything. You know what they say.” She holds her hands in front of her. “It would make an ass out of you and me. But considering what I just heard, I’m pretty sure there is only one ass in the room.” My mouth hangs open while Nash snorts.
“Grace,” he says, “why don’t I show you around?”
“I don’t think that is necessary.” She looks at Loren. “Perhaps this isn’t going to work.”
Wait a second, is she going to quit on me? I think as Nash steps forward. “If you two would give me a minute with my brother,” he suggests, and Loren just glares at me. “You can go fill out all that paperwork and get the parking stuff figured out.” Grace smiles at Nash before she nods and walks out of the office.
“Are you out of your mind?” Loren grumbles between clenched teeth. “She’s overly qualified.”
“To do what?” I ask, and she shakes her head, walking out of the office. “Share my snacks at recess?”
“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Nash prods.
“What is wrong with me?” I huff, looking out of the office and seeing Loren introduce Grace to another PA. She smiles and laughs at something the other person says. “What is wrong with Loren? How could she hire that girl? She looks like”—I don’t know what to say—“she looks like she’s fresh out of school.”