Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
We talked a bit more about the model and the meeting tomorrow. The door opened, and Myers appeared again, carrying my coffee. I had to look away, locking my body down as she walked toward me, set down my coffee, and headed back to the door, pausing.
“Anything else, Mr. Bane?”
She was wearing pants. Black, slim ones that hugged her ass. Her choice of a tweed vest was form-fitting, and an ivory silk blouse with lace at the cuffs and neck made it perfectly acceptable. Feminine. With her hair up and flats on her feet, she was the perfect assistant. Poised, professional, and ready to work.
Every inch of her was covered from neck to foot, yet she screamed irresistible. Sexy. Provocative.
And I wanted her naked and alone.
Now.
Screw everything else.
It took everything in me not to react. I lifted my coffee and took a sip, barely smiling. “I need the numbers for the Baylor file. ASAP.”
“Of course.”
She headed to her desk, and I set the mug on the desk, not trusting my hands to remain steady.
“You’ll be at the meeting tomorrow?” I asked my partners.
“Of course. Eight-thirty, right?”
“Yes. They have a plane to catch, so they requested an early meeting. I’ll have Myers look after refreshments.”
We shook hands and they left. I stayed at my desk, drinking my coffee, watching Myers. She was busy, her head bent over her keyboard, typing, her lips moving as she tapped the keys.
She lifted her head, our eyes meeting. She frowned. “Do you need something?”
“Yes.”
She came into my office, bringing with her the notebook. Always ready. Always professional. She sat down, her pen poised.
“What can I do for you?”
“You look lovely today.”
“Oh.”
I ran a finger over my bottom lip as I studied her. “Very fetching.” I paused.
She frowned. “Oh.”
“Something wrong?”
“We said professional,” she whispered.
“That was before you wore pants.”
“Pants?” she echoed.
“You’re much too sexy to be working in this office today, Myers.”
“You think my pants are sexy?” She looked bewildered.
“I think the way they hug your ass is sexy. It reminds me of the way I held it—”
She jumped up, shaking her head. “Stop it.”
“I want to peel those pants off and have you on this desk again.”
Her eyes widened. “Bane,” she protested.
“Alex.”
“Bane,” she repeated. “I am wearing pants like many other women in this office. It’s not a big deal.” But she looked happy with my reaction, and I had a feeling she had chosen her outfit hoping I would notice it. It was impossible for me not to notice it, or her, now.
“It is on you. And I told you to call me Alex.”
Her eyes flared. “When we’re intimate. Which we are not going to be right now. It’s business hours, Bane. I am not calling you Alex. It will only encourage this behavior.”
I leaned closer, stroking my finger down her cheek. “Okay, Magnolia, have it your way. But come closing time, all bets are off. So are pants. And I’ll be watching you all day.”
She glared at me and shrugged. “I can solve that problem.”
She turned and walked away, giving me an eyeful of the way the pants hugged her ass. She pulled the door shut behind her. “Watch that, Bane,” she called.
I began to chuckle. Today was going to be interesting.
I went through my emails, addressing the ones Myers had left for me to handle. There weren’t many—she was too efficient at her job.
I sent her a request for refreshments for the next day. She promptly replied, telling me it was already handled. I sent her a fast response.
Excellent work, Myers.
She didn’t reply. I waited a while, then sent another message.
I need lunch. And coffee.
Even with the door shut, I heard her sigh. But I also heard her leave to go get my coffee. I sat back, waiting. A few moments later, she came in carrying a tray and slid it on my desk. “Your lunch.”
“You didn’t knock.”
“You didn’t knock,” she mimicked. “Of course I didn’t. You told me you wanted lunch.”
My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at her. The action no longer made her quiet.
“You can’t do this. Be hot and cold. Come here. Go away. Nice ass. Knock on the door. Decide which of your personalities is in the office and hold on to it, Bane. I’m not jumping.”
“You’re being rather brave today, Myers,” I drawled. “Talking back.”
“I talk back all the time—you just don’t hear me.”
I had to agree. “I bet you do.”
“Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Bane.”
She started to walk out, and I called to her. “Wait.”
She turned around and I smiled. “Thank you for lunch, Magnolia. I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”
She returned my smile. “You’re welcome.”
I heard the outer door open, and she groaned when she saw who it was. “Again?” She walked into the office. “Take them back. I do not know a Tyler. And I don’t want flowers from—” There was a pause. “Oh, aren’t they pretty?”