Fuck’s sake, Carrero.
The name Emma swam in his mind’s eye and he found himself sounding it out, he liked it. Short and
sort of soft, in a way. Easy to remember.
Do you want to see me tonight? I really like being with you xxx T.
“Yes, Mrs. Drake.” The voice coming back from the intercom distracted him from replying momentarily;
sultry and sort of cute, if he had to describe it and he completely forgot what he was about to respond
to T. He definitely had some sort of internal reaction to the sound of her and that wasn’t an entirely
good thing. Frowning it away, he focused back on his phone and typed out a response, this one had
already met the limit of interest, a week quicker than most and the thought of fucking her again did
nothing for him all of a sudden.
Look, sweetheart, it’s been fun. Let’s part as friends and just agree to see each other around. x J
He knew cutting them loose before things got emotional was the best bet and this one had clingy
written all over her. He didn’t do relationships, and he certainly didn’t keep the same chick hanging on
for weeks on end.
“Ah, Emma, here you are.” Margo purred with a voice laced in adoration, this girl obviously had his
second in command wrapped around her little finger already, which was unusual for Margo. The
woman didn’t sway easily. Pushing his phone back into his inner pocket and ignoring the buzz of a
reply from T, he inclined his head a little in interest at whoever was obviously winning over his assistant
and his body paused.
Black, sexy-as-hell stilettos running up creamy, shapely legs to a tight and figure-hugging skirt, from
knee to thigh had him almost dropping his mouth open. She wasn’t skinny in that gaunt, supermodel
way, she wasn’t even that tall, but she had the kind of curves that were made for holding onto and
definitely his kind of thing. She was pretty tiny as women went, but that only added to the whole effect.
Moving further up past that well fitted and obviously expensive tailored jacket he caught his breath on
the most astounding pair of tits he had ever seen. Not overly huge, just soft and inviting and barely
concealed under the low-cut jacket and soft silk blouse. Not much on show, but enough to pique his
interest. If he was being honest, then a hell of a lot more interest than he had managed to conjure for
any girl in a heck of a long time and that was disturbing. If he had met her anywhere else but here, she
wouldn’t still be dressed right now. A graceful creamy neck that looked seriously touchable and he
could imagine holding her around it to push her against a wall and devouring that skin. His eyes swept
finally to the face that was turned toward Margo, only a profile but a damned perfect one at that and
Jake just couldn’t seem to think anymore for a moment.
Fuck.
“Jake, this is Emma Anderson. She’s your new assistant in training. Your new number two.” Margo
smiled his way, and he realized he was staring; she hadn’t caught him yet and she sure as hell
wouldn’t. He wasn’t some prepubescent teen with zero skills. Looking down at the floor he could
already feel himself instinctively taking calming breaths, regaining composure quickly with all the skill of
a seasoned Lothario.
Okay, you’re just horny … Obviously! And she’s just not your usual type. New and exciting and you
have been bored with the likes of women with forgettable names and no tits lately.
“Miss Anderson.” Jake got up slowly, tensing his neck from side to side, and extending his hand out
toward her politely, trying like hell to not react as that face turned his way. She pretty much floored him
with the biggest, softest, blue eyes he’d ever seen. An internal sort of gut-punching reaction he had
never experienced in his life and had no idea what to do with. It momentarily stunned him.
She had a soft pouting mouth that could do a lot of damage if put to use in the right way and delicate,
almost childlike, features that somehow worked in a mature face. There was very precisely and
expertly applied subtle makeup under a sleek updo of soft hair, yet you could still see the girl was
pretty. God, he would go as far as saying this one was beautiful, and that was rare coming from him.
He had seen and bedded enough models over the years to stop being pulled in by symmetrical
features and so-called perfection. She was beautiful in another way entirely, not in a fluffed and
preened attractive but a real unapologetic, born to make men want her kind of way. Jake felt suddenly
uncomfortable and let his eyes flicker back to that body, hoping to God he wasn’t showing just how
much she was affecting him.
Her hand felt soft and small in his when she took it to shake, a little too fragile when dwarfed in his and
he suddenly got the impression he might hurt her. A tense moment of doubt and he loosened his grip
instinctively. Little delicate hands, perfect pastel manicured nails, free from any jewelry. He found
himself looking at her hand a little too intensely and let it go abruptly.
What the fuck, Jake? Seriously? Hand fetish now?
“Mr. Car—” That voice distracted him again, drawing attention to that mouth. She had a soft, sultry tone
to her voice. Huskiness in the depths yet youthful and girlish.
Fuck.
“Jake! Please.” He cut in quickly, to try to get his focus back on track, his brain moving in smoothly from
years of self-control and practice to save him from himself. “Margo informs me she’s happy with you so
far and will be training you a little more extensively in time to step in fully when she retires. I guess that
means we should get better acquainted on a first name basis.” Jake smiled involuntarily at the hint of
knowing her better, his mind immediately dragging her to his desk and most definitely not being allowed
to take it any further. He needed to get control of the raging hormones and accept that she was
obviously fuckable. He wanted her, she was piquing some primal interest in him and as soon as he
accepted that and got over the fact he would never go there, they could move along.
“I’m really grateful for the opportunity.” She drew him back in with that voice, and he couldn’t help but
notice she wasn’t reacting to him the way women normally did. He had been too caught up in what she
was doing to him to notice and, now he did, it irked him.
What the hell was wrong with him? Why wasn’t she flirting
and pouting, it was obvious that there was chemistry. He could feel it in the air.
He realized that maybe all that chemistry was possibly one-sided, and irritation hit him hard in the gut.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he had met such indifference in someone so appealing;
maybe Leila when she was like seven, but not any women he’d met since his teen hormones
evaporated and he’d filled out and learned to use what God gave him. He needed to get his crap
together and just stop whatever this was; he needed a moment to breathe because those baby blue
eyes staring into his soul right now were distracting the shit out of him in all kinds of ways.
“Would you like a drink, Emma? You look a little flushed.” That tiny pink spot high on each cheek after
he had shaken her hand seemed to be more from being uncomfortable about him touching her than
any sexual yearnings, and he was feeling really pissed about it. He had no idea why he was being such
an asshole about this. Acting like a spoiled, prissy, brat because a girl didn’t fall for his charms. Maybe
because this was completely fucking new to him.
“Thank you.” She smiled a little, a hint of one and he paused for a moment. It wasn’t full on, but it
suggested that she probably had a pretty smile too, the way her cheeks puffed a little and her eyes
softened just slightly from doe-eyed to a little more carefree. It did all kinds of weird crap to his insides,
and he had no idea what was going on with him today. He was never drinking that lethal combo of crap
he had last night again.
Fuck, he wanted to see her smile properly.
Jake caught sight of Arrick watching him from the corner of his eye, an obvious smirk and that
annoying goddamn phone app game he loved to play, blaring away in the corner. He wanted to throw
something at his head for the way he was looking highly amused at his expense. No one knew Jake
like he did, and he could obviously tell something was off.
Lap it up, princess, it’s not often I get knocked off my game and you’re never going to get a
repeat.
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