Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from blurting out the answer. Last week, I’d had to complete a similar report for the sportswear and leisure division. However, this was the first excuse I’d had to irritate the boss all day, and I didn’t want to pass it up. Not after the fun we’d had last night.
“Got it. I’ll go ask him when his assistant steps away for lunch.”
Charlotte’s hand shot out and squeezed my shoulder. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You’re a lifesaver.” Her problem solved, she hurried out of my office to her own office farther along the same hallway.
My gaze fell on the white bag holding the scone, and my smirk turned into a sigh. If I had known I’d be receiving offerings this often, I would have come up with something healthier. At this rate, I was spending extra time in the gym every day to work off the bonus calories. Of course, I hadn’t expected the entire finance department to be terrified of their boss.
But Declan Foster was a grumpy asshole, and I loved to fuck with him.
Not that either of us had ever expected me to be working under him one day. We’d met by chance almost a year ago at a bar. I’d hit on him because, come on, he was a golden brute of muscles and hotness. How could I not flirt with him?
Declan had brushed me off. I might have made a few snarky comments.
Ten minutes later, he was fucking my brains out in a bathroom stall.
I’d thought I’d gotten that kind of impulsive stupidity out of my system in college, but we all had moments of brain-dead horniness every once in a while. Declan and I parted ways, sure we’d never see each other again.
Wrong.
We’d stumbled across each other a month later at a different bar. That time all it had taken was a look, and we’d been in that bathroom, Declan giving me the best deep dicking of my life.
Since the sex was amazing and we wanted nothing else from each other, we’d come up with the agreement to meet once every other week for some hot, sweaty, mind-blowing sex. No strings attached. No personal connection. No expectations. We’d barely known more than each other’s names, and that had been just fine with me. With no rush to get into a long-term relationship, I’d appreciated getting railed out of existence once every two weeks. Sometimes, once a week. Win-fucking-win.
Except I’d taken a contract temp job with Courtland Enterprises and discovered that I was now under the illustrious and very taciturn Declan Foster, CFO of Courtland Enterprises. It had been one of his managers who’d hired me to fill in for a three-month period while two other full-time employees were out on maternity leave. Neither Declan nor I had known we’d be working together until I’d walked in that first day.
Declan had wanted to fire me on the spot, but I’d managed to sweet-talk my way in with the excuse that I wasn’t a real employee. Just a contract worker who would be gone in three months.
Now I had the chance to torment him throughout the week, which worked him up into such a frustrated froth that by our usual Sunday meeting, I got the fucking of a lifetime.
I glanced at the time on my monitor to find that it was after one in the afternoon. Mrs. Eleanor Turner would head out for her usual lunch any moment now, which meant there would be no one to block me from Declan’s office. He’d gained his assistant a few weeks ago, and I was starting to think he’d hired her so she could keep me from annoying him. So rude.
As I reached his office, I peeked inside to make sure he wasn’t on the phone or in a meeting before I knocked on the door. Declan lifted his gaze from the computer monitor, and I wasn’t sure if it was the silver-rimmed glasses catching the afternoon sun or the glare he leveled at me, but one of them made my evil little heart flip. I’d only ever seen him wear those glasses when he was working at his computer, and I suspected they were to help with eyestrain. Whatever the reason, they made the sexy man even hotter.
“I’ve got a question for you,” I announced as I strolled in. It was always a temptation to close the door behind me, but I suspected that move would get me kicked out of the office immediately, never giving me a chance to tease him.
“No.”
My grin spread and I dropped into one of the chairs in front of his desk, completely undeterred. “But you haven’t even heard my question yet.”
“No.”
“What kind of a supportive boss are you if you won’t let your poor, obedient drudge ask you a tiny question?”