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Everything with her was upbeat. Like a ray of sunshine all the fucking time—aside from the attitude that she gave me. However, she wasn’t that way with anyone else at work from what I’d observed. She was too busy spreading pixie dust everywhere she went, like a modern-day fucking Tinker Bell. The problem was, I didn’t care for pixie dust. Nor did I care for loud music booming through my office at seven thirty in the fucking morning. Or the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off her perfectly round, peach-shaped, tight little ass. I moved toward my desk and hit her phone with my fist to pause the music, and she jumped and turned before tripping over her own foot and flying across my desk.
Like I said… she was a fucking fairy.
But this Tinker Bell had just exposed her white lace thong, which did nothing to cover her gorgeous ass when her skirt flew up and she slid across my desk.
Her blonde hair fell all around her shoulders, and she blinked up at me, quickly adjusting her skirt and moving to her feet.
“Oh, hey. You scared me.”
“Did I? How is that possible?” I hissed. Because for whatever reason, seeing her bare ass first thing in the morning had my dick going hard,again,and that shit pissed me off.
A. She worked for me.
B. I was always in control of how I reacted to others.
“How is what possible?” she asked, acting all offended as she reached for her phone.
“How did I scare you when you knew I was arriving? And didn’t I ask you to stop with the annoying music?”
“I see we’re in another fabulous mood,” she said, raising a brow. She had a gift for insulting me with kindness, so I couldn’t write her up because what she’d said was actually nice, even though we both knew she didn’t mean it. “For your information, I set my alarm on my phone for 7:40 a.m., which is when you’ve arrived every day since I started here. You’re early today. I had planned to stop spreading joy at 7:40.On. The. Dot.But now, I’ll bring in the dark cloud at 7:30 a.m. instead. And for the record, there is nothing annoying about Abba. TheMama Miafandom would not take too kindly to you insulting that song.”
“I thought we were done being a smart-ass?” I moved around my desk, trying to adjust my raging boner without her noticing. It wasn’t an easy task housing the beast when he was worked up.
“Iamdone being a smart-ass, Bossman. I was just telling you that I had a plan, and you sort of messed it up. Why are you here early today?”
“Once again, I’m the boss, and you’re the employee. That is not a question you need to be asking.” I sat in my chair and raised a brow. “Go flutter back to your desk, Tinker Bell. I’ve got work to do.”
“I love Tinker Bell. She’s my favorite fairy. Thank you.” She slammed the drawer of the file cabinet and plastered a fake smile on her face.
“It wasn’t meant as a compliment.” I motioned with my head for her to leave. The girl was giving me a migraine, and I’d only been here for five minutes.
I did not appreciate starting the day with some fucked-upMama Miamusic.
A raging boner.
And a bad headache.
The phone rang, and I could hear her being all chipper to whoever was on the other line. She ended the call, and then my desk phone rang. Seeing as we were the only two people in the office, I squeezed my eyes closed for a minute, pinched the bridge of my nose with my finger and thumb, and let out a long breath before picking up the phone.
“You’re sitting five feet from me; you don’t need to use the phone. You could have just spoken from your desk.”
“That wouldn’t be very professional, would it?”
“What do you need?”
“Hilda called. She’s sick,” she chirped.
“Who the fuck is Hilda?”
“This is disappointing, Bossman. She’s your housekeeper, and she said she works five days a week for you. She called you Maddy, so I assumed you were close.”
I groaned. The woman had never called me Maddy, and I knew my assistant was fucking with me. “I call her Mrs. Miller, and she calls me Mr. Lancaster. What’s wrong with her?”
“She feels fine, but she has laryngitis, so she won’t be coming to work today.”
“I don’t need her to sing. She’s there to clean. If she feels fine, why can’t she go to work?” I hissed, just as she started to speak, and I cut her off. “Never mind. My head is pounding. I’ll take a cup of coffee.”
“Please?”
