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It was a good question with a lame answer. I hadn’t been here long enough to have acquired any VIPs. “People can wait until I return the call. In the beginning, however, please feel free to use instant messenger to ask me if you’re unsure. I trust you know how.”

There it was again, the crimson blush, making her even more desirable and dangerous.

She smiled ruefully at the little dig about instant messenger. “Well versed with the product and the need to confirm the intended recipient.”

I bit the side of my cheek to keep from chuckling. “Good. And because of the confidentiality of my work, my office is off-limits at all times. Unless I’ve asked you to come in, I don’t expect you ever to be in here alone.”

I wondered if she knew all correspondence on Delmont servers was monitored. And I had access to all messages and emails coming in and out of the building. I’d made my first assistant cry when I’d caught her snooping inside my office only five days in. Now I made a point to lock my office at all times when I wasn’t here.

“Yes, sir, I understand. I won’t come in unless asked.”

Fuck. The way she said “sir” made my cock take notice. I’d never been into submissive role play, and yet here I was picturing a number of scenarios where she was on her knees in front of me. I needed to get her out of here. I’d been too long without sex if I was lusting after my doe-eyed assistant.

“We can plan to meet each morning at eight thirty to discuss the day if it works for you?”

She brightened. “Yes. Sounds good.”

“If there is nothing further to discuss this morning, I have some things I need to attend to.”

She stood up. “I’ll let you get to them, then. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to you.” Again, she turned crimson. “Jesus. I mean for you.”

She closed the door behind her just in time for me to release the chuckle building from her inadvertent slipups.

Chapter Three

Chloe

“He probably thinks I’m a perverted idiot,” I muttered after exiting my new boss’ office. Not only did I offer to service him, but then I went and asked if I can do anything to him.

At least I hadn’t called him a pussy. Progress? Maybe.

I’d dubbed my new boss “stupid hot.” Meaning he was hot enough to make me officially stupid. Whereas Tom had a smarmy douchebag vibe, juggling a wife and a girlfriend and spending most days golfing, Aiden was straight-up mysterious. He seemed to take his work seriously and I suspected he was honorable. It might be an outdated term, but I found it appealing to work for someone with integrity.

And did I mention he was hot?

He was also professional, which meant he’d stay a fantasy. Fine by me. What was the harm in a little crush? Or rolling out of bed and looking forward to seeing someone on a daily basis? It wasn’t as if I was equipped to start a romance, even if I’d wanted to.

I’d been a late bloomer. Awkward and stick thin in high school, I hadn’t developed curves until after I graduated. By then, I wasn’t used to receiving attention from boys and wasn’t experienced enough to know what to do with it. Then there was the last guy I’d dated who’d freaked out over my virgin status—as if I expected a ring if we so much as fooled around. After that fiasco, I was officially on hiatus from dating. Not like I had time anyhow between two jobs.

After taking my seat at the desk located directly outside of Aiden’s office door, I drew a deep breath while logging into my computer. Once I was active, instant messenger blinked at me. It was Teagan, who worked five floors down.

“I take it by the way you’re logged on you haven’t gotten fired yet today?”

“Yes, although the day is young, you stalker.” I chuckled, happy I had someone in this country who cared what happened to me. Sure, I had friends like Kendall back in LA who I kept in touch with, but it was comforting to have someone here who was in a similar boat and who I could talk to daily.

“Guilty. I’ve been stalking your available button all morning. How is the new boss? I didn’t get all the details after working late last night. Hopefully not a p**sy?”

Although Teagan and I kept similar hours, she’d been working overtime to help her boss get things organized for his upcoming retirement.

“Funny. And nope. Definitely not.”

“Definitely, hm. Details.”

“No. I’m working. So are you.”

“Sigh. Not really. My boss is retiring soon. I already told Reid there’s no way I’ll work for Tom, so here’s hoping they'll have another open position by the New Year.”

“Here’s hoping. TTYL.”