Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
She smiles and my heart pounds faster as if that smile is meant for me and me alone. Insanity. I’m losing my fucking mind. Maybe I’ve been overworking myself if a twenty-four-year-old female can affect me like this.
“My name is Olivia James,” she says in an unexpectedly husky voice. It’s so different from how I imagined her voice would sound. It’s sexy and deep. I can imagine her whispering in my ear, urging me to do dirty things to her. My dick hardens and I’m grateful for my desk which covers up the evidence of my shameful thoughts. I’ve never been attracted to a female at work. I’ve learned to compartmentalize my life but my brain seems to have forgotten how to do that with Olivia.
I force myself to listen to her. She’s the least qualified of the three candidates. I now get what Sarah meant when she said that I would know the right one when I met her. Olivia feels right to me and not because she’s goddamn sexy and appealing. I like the friendly vibe she gives off. Being a PA is more than a list of formal qualifications. A person’s personality matters and how well it matches the boss’s. Sarah and I work perfectly together. Olivia and I will be just as well-matched.
Mind made up, I bring the interview to a close, even though I could listen to her voice all day. I stand up and she does the same.
“Thanks for coming,” I tell her and offer her my hand.
She folds it into mine and something sharp and sweet stabs me in the middle. “Thanks for inviting me to interview,” she says and then turns away to leave.
My gaze is drawn to the curve of her ass encased in what women refer to as a pencil skirt. I quickly sit down. It’s suddenly too warm in my office. Fuck. I’ve never felt such a physical attraction for a woman I’ve just met. A warning goes off in my head, even though it’s unnecessary. I don’t date employees. Period. But a man can fantasize.
Sarah comes in, walking slowly due to the size of her pregnant belly. “So, what did you think?”
“They are all qualified,” I tell her. “But I liked Olivia’s friendliness.”
Sarah shoots me a mischievous smile. “She’s also the prettiest.”
Like Rosa in the cafeteria and a few others, Sarah has worked at the clinic for almost a decade, and in all that time, she’s worked for me. It’s taken years to achieve the level of closeness and trust that we now enjoy and she can get away with telling me stuff that no one else can.
Still, I frown at her. “I didn’t notice her looks and frankly, that’s neither here nor there.”
“I was teasing but I can tell that I’ve hit a raw nerve,” she says unapologetically, then she grows solemn. “So I’ll hire her then?”
Do I really want to work with a woman I’m crazily attracted to?
Chapter 3: Olivia
I rinse my damp hands again and then slather lotion on them. I’m a nervous wreck and it’s barely seven in the morning. I stand in front of the mirror and stare at myself critically. The turquoise skirt suit that I’m wearing is one Chris and I bought at the department store. I have to say that it looks great on me. I’ve paired it with a cream blouse and killer red heels. Nothing gives a woman a dose of confidence like high heels.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” I tell my reflection and square my shoulders. I’m going to ace this assignment and Amelia is going to be floored by my work.
With that pep talk, I leave the bathroom and grab my phone and purse. I’m too nervous for coffee and I leave my apartment on an empty stomach. As I ride the elevator to the basement I check my phone. There’s a message from Chris.
All the best today. You’ll be great.
I smile and text him back. I don’t know what I would do without Chris. He’s my biggest cheerleader and somehow he always knows the right thing to say and when. We would have made the perfect couple if the chemistry had been there. Like with…no, I can’t think of that now. I have to start this job the right way, not lusting after my boss.
I caress the side of my little red Ford Fiesta, as one would a lover. It’s my proudest possession, bought in cash after years of saving for it. I press the ignition button and it roars to life.
I’ve kept thoughts of Jace Anderson at bay but as I drive to work, he fills my mind. God, he’s handsome. But that’s not what is worrying me. I remember my reaction when our gazes met. A zip of electricity shot through me and my heart kicked up several notches. Not the right reaction to meeting your boss. I inhale deeply and exhale slowly. Okay, I need to cut myself some slack. My reaction was perfectly normal for a single woman confronted by a ridiculously attractive male.