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“I’d love to use your expertise to help me analyze them. Look at their financials, their performance, do some due diligence. We would meet with them, go through all of the preliminary talks, and if things proceed, you could be hand in hand with me on the acquisition process.”
I’m shocked. This isn’t just a mentorship; this is a huge opportunity to really get my feet wet and be hands-on in the financial world. I actually feel a tinge of excitement.
“Wow, that sounds like a great opportunity. I’d be crazy to pass it up, huh?”
“Well, I don’t want to say that, but I think you’d benefit greatly from it. It would allow you to then make a fair assessment on your future.”
I smile and jut out my hand. “I’ll do it.”
He laughs and stands slowly, sliding his hand over mine to shake it. It’s not your typical handshake that’s firm and deliberate; it lingers, feels sensual. His fingers glide ever so softly over my skin as he slowly pulls his hand away from mine.
“You’re okay to travel, right?”
“Travel?”
He sits back down in his chair as he lazily unbuttons his cuffs and begins to roll up the sleeves of his Oxford shirt. My eyes fall down to his thick forearm, peppered by dirty-blond hair that matches his head.
“Yes, I’m sure we’ll go visit the client in Las Vegas when the time comes.”
Panic suddenly grips my chest when I think about nothing but a single wall separating us in a hotel.
“Brontë?” He says my name again, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Yes, that won’t be a problem. I’ll let you get to work.” I give him a broad smile before standing and exiting his office calmly.
“I’ve got to get laid,” I mutter to myself, trying to shake off the effect that Beckham Archer has on my ovaries.
Chapter 4
Beckham
Did I enjoy seeing the brief panic that took over Brontë’s face when I offered her a more hands-on position?
Yes, yes, I did because I’m clearly a sick bastard who wallows in torturing myself.
But did I anticipate the complete agony I’d face day in and day out when she’s next to me, in my space, her perfume permeating every inch of my office as she leans across a table to hand me a report, giving me a perfect shot right down her blouse to her perfect tits?
Fuck no.
“I believe that is everything for their last fiscal year. I’ve broken out all of the reports into quarterly and monthly as well.”
She places the stack next to me. A lock of her hair has fallen from her updo down her exposed slender neck. She shrugged off her cardigan hours ago, leaving her in a silky tank top tucked neatly into her sensible skirt that hugs her hips.
“It’s late, Brontë. Go home. Your first week and you’re already staying late like I promised you we wouldn’t. We can tackle this tomorrow.”
“We actually can’t tackle this tomorrow because tomorrow is Saturday and the meeting with Pierce Investments is Monday night.” She smiles and leans one hip against the boardroom table that we’ve taken over.
She’s only been working here a week, and I’ve already started to see her shy walls come down, brick by brick. Bits of her personality are shining through, just enough to make me more curious with every interaction. I suddenly want to knock down all her walls, but I know that’s not how it works. Slowly they’ll come down as I earn her trust.
“That’s right. Well, we’ve done all the heavy lifting so we’ll have time to go over the rest Monday afternoon before the meeting.”
I drag my hand over my face before pulling my loosened tie completely free from my neck. I watch as her eyes move from the table to where my hands wrap the tie around my fist. Her fingers slowly creep up her neck to that tendril of hair that she wraps nervously around the end of her finger.
“It’s our annual company outing tomorrow?” she says in a half question.
“It is. You should go, you’ll have fun.” Every year I rent out Navy Pier in downtown Chicago for the company. They get unlimited access to the rides, open bar, and even the speed boats that take people out on the lake. “Unless you have other plans?”
“I don’t.” She smiles and a silence settles between us before she turns to the table to begin gathering up our paperwork.
