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Still, and since all of this was too late to reverse, I walked in as confidently and subtly as I could and stood before him. When she told me I would be working with one of the two named partners, I was truly expecting an elderly man and didn’t know how to process it. So far, and based on my experience, it was clear to me that age didn’t matter, and as long as they wanted to be assholes and harass me, then this was what they were going to do. However, his name was everywhere and on everything in the firm. It was also on the door to his office, and so there was no doubt in my mind that I was standing before Guy Templeton.

He was so much younger than I could have ever imagined and even more handsome than I remember from last night.

I was usually prepared before my interviews, but I couldn’t have expected to be called in so quickly for one. After all, I had only agreed to take the job because of the dare from the girls last night. Who could have known what fate had in store, still, it was all so coincidental that it literally sent chills down my body.

Sighing internally, I held my hands in front of me and wore the most innocent smile I could muster.

“Good morning, sir. I was sent over here by Gloria. My name is Hannah Walker.”

He stared at me, and I wondered what he was thinking. No doubt it was what I had been thinking as well about how too freaking coincidental this all seemed. I wondered then if I should explain, however, before I could even say a word, he seemed to completely lose interest in my existence.

I was startled as without even acknowledging my greeting and self-introduction, he returned his attention to his computer, and it was only then I realized that he wasn’t just the kind stranger offering to help that I had met in the restaurant last night. Rather, he was also the freaking nightmare of a boss that I had been dared to survive.

I understood now that the girls hadn’t been exaggerating whatsoever, but given my first impression of him, this was now quite a difficult reality to reconcile.

“Do you uh... have any urgent issues for me to attend to? I have just clocked in, my apologies for being late by the way. I only received the call this morning. I have just clocked in, so I’ll get to work immediately in sorting out all the information I need to know, and in a few hours, I’ll be completely ready. But if you need anything urgent, even for Gloria, I will be?—”

“You're bothering me,” he suddenly said, and my mouth snapped shut.

He looked up at me, his shoulders slightly slumping as though he was seriously fed up with even my own comprehension.

I couldn’t understand why this was the case at all.

“First thing you need to know is that I don't like chatter of any sort. Give information as needed and as concisely as possible in everything and every way you relate to me, from conversations, phone calls, and even drafted documents. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I did, however, I had never been so reluctant in my entire life to nod my head.

“Yes, sir, I do,” I replied. “Anything else?”

“Coffee refill,” he said and looked at the cup by his side. I headed over then to pick it up. I was wearing very reasonable four-inch heels, but I couldn’t help but feel my knees wobble on them as I went closer to him. He was as young as could be, and yet I didn’t think any of my other bosses had ever intimidated me this way and with just a few looks, a few sentences, and within five minutes of meeting them.

Fuck, I swore in my head because I was almost completely certain now that I was most definitely going to lose this bet.

Chapter Seven

Guy

There was truly no need to be this curt and rude to her. I mean, I didn’t think that I was this way to the others but given my desire to ensure that she quit on her own accord since, and according to Gloria, I was now officially on a dismissal ban for the next few months, I couldn’t think of any way to make this happen other than to be a dick.

Yet.

I soon found though, as she headed over to my side to pick up my cup, that it was quite easy to find several ways. For one, her perfume. It was absolutely intoxicating, seemingly of something with citrus and vanilla, and to say that it was distracting was a fucking understatement. It wasn’t overwhelming, though, but I didn’t need more things than her already stunning appearance to further endear her to me, so, I immediately gave my completely unnecessary comment.

“Your perfume... it's too strong,” I commented, and she seemed to stop in her tracks. Her arm had been extended and just about to reach out for my cup, but now she had no choice but to stop and move away from me.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she replied. “I’ll... I’ll change it.”

I took things one step further too far. “How about you just stop wearing perfume altogether? Is it necessary? Do you have any body odors you’re trying to conceal?”

At my words, even I was taken aback. I didn’t know whether to be startled or amused, and she also didn’t seem to know what to say either. She blinked long and hard, and then she looked at me with her eyes narrowed as though she was coming to a less than favorable conclusion about me in her mind. Her eyes, however, were so fucking gorgeous, I would have killed at that moment to know what she was thinking, and thus this enforced my will to kick her out. She was too damn distracting. Up till now, I didn’t think I had even thought about any of my secretary’s eyes. But from that very moment she had gotten out of the cab, I’d been drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

“Um...” She took a few steps backward as though she couldn’t quite decide on what to say to this, and I didn’t blame her. I also didn’t want to encourage her to try coming closer to me, so I picked up the cup and extended my hand out front.

“Please also refrain from coming to my side. The table isn't that large; you can do whatever is needed with me from the front of it.”

“I just wanted to pick up—“ she started to defend herself, and although I knew exactly what she wanted to say, I sent her a sharp look of annoyance, and her lips instantly snapped shut. Pretty fucking lips. A blood red, pouty, perfectly shaped, inviting. I wanted to see them framed around my cock and oozing with my cum.

Shaking my head to dispel the image, I tried to return to work while she heeded my rebuke and moved away. She headed to the front of the desk and extended her hand to pick up the cup from in front of me, and I couldn’t help but look up once again, and then as when the swell of her breasts pushing up against her jacket caught my attention. This was a cardinal sin.

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