Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
My phone buzzed. Hitting a button, I said, “Yes? What is it, Ashley?”
“Charisa Phelps to see you, Mr. Quinn.”
I rolled my eyes.
Fuck.
“Send her in.”
Less than thirty seconds later, Charisa walked in. I couldn’t help but notice that her blouse was showing a little more cleavage than normal.
“Charisa, what can help you with?” I asked in an uninterested voice.
Shutting the door, she flashed me a smile and made her way around my desk.
Christ. Not again.
I’d met Charisa last year at a marketing meeting in Chicago. We’d talked, drank a little too much, and had ended up in her hotel room where I’d fucked her brains out. She hadn’t told me at the time what firm she worked for, but for some crazy reason, I’d thought it was one in LA. When I’d taken the job with Maxwell and Locke, I’d been surprised as hell to see her walk by my office that first morning.
She pulled up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy as she walked up and straddled me.
“Mason, I really wish you’d stop playing hard to get.”
The warmth of her pussy through my pants did nothing to my cock. Not even a damn twitch from the bastard.
Placing my hands on her hips, I lifted her up and pushed her off of me.
“What part of I’m your boss do you not understand?” I asked. “And where the fuck are your knickers?”
She giggled, and I rolled my eyes. I’d been born in England and had lived there until I was almost 10, which was when my father had moved us all to Chicago to take over my mother’s failing family business. Now and then, I heard my accent come back—mostly when I was angry, drunk, or with my cousin, Charlie. For the most part, I hardly ever let it slip out like that.
With a pout, Charisa said, “I left them in my office.”
“Go put them back on.”
“How about later this evening, when everyone leaves, I come back in here. You told me once you wanted to fuck me across your desk.”
“I was two sheets to the wind.” I stood, took her by the arm, and then I walked her back around my desk. “Now, I’m going to tell you once more to stay out of my office unless you have business to discuss. You come in here again with your pussy on display and you’re out the door.”
She stopped walking. “Touch me just once, Mason. I’m so wet for you—it’s dripping down my leg. Please. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
The door to my office opened, and I turned to see Saylor standing there.
“Don’t you fucking knock?” I bit out at her.
Her head jerked back as her gaze shifted from me to Charisa and then back to me. I realized I was still holding onto Charisa’s arm, and I dropped it and stepped away from her.
“I did knock, since your receptionist isn’t at her desk. I knocked twice as a matter of fact, but I guess you were too busy to hear. I’ll try again later.”
“Wait,” I said, a little harsher than I meant to. Turning back to Charisa, I asked, “Did I make myself clear?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re making a mistake, Mason. I can promise you that.”
My blood boiled. “Pack your shit. You’re fired.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “What? You’re going to fire me because we fucked?”
“Okay, I’m going to come back later,” Saylor said as she retreated from my office.
“Ms. Night, please don’t move. Ms. Phelps is leaving.” I turned to Charisa. “I’ll call security and let them know you’ll be handing over your badge and keys.”
Charisa’s body trembled. “You can’t do this to me.”
Leaning in closer to her, I put my mouth to the side of her ear. “I had cameras and microphones installed in my office just because of women like you. I can—and I will—send the tape of your little show earlier to Mr. Locke. You’ll never work in this business again. Don’t push me.”
She stepped back and shot me a dirty look. Then she laughed. “It’s a good thing I’m marrying a doctor next weekend, isn’t it? Asshole.”
Okay, I didn’t see that coming.
Charisa stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.
Saylor stood there with a stunned expression on her face. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.” She chuckled. “Honestly, I thought you were having sex with Laura.”
“What?” I asked, anger evident in my voice. “You thought I was sleeping with an employee of mine?”
She shrugged, but there was something in her eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought it was jealousy.
“Listen, what you do with your little man is your own business,” she said. “I simply needed to tell you I’m leaving at lunch to go check out a bar.”
My brows drew together. “Wait. Are you leaving work early to drink? And what in the fuck did you just call my dick? Little man?”