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eeted me with a huge grin on her face.

rni

were aligned, and the pencils were in the holder. Even the magazines on the

efer black, right?” She

t ever ask you to take off my coat, buy me coffee,

er mouth quickly as if sh

ve a girlfriend.” I didn’t know why I had to defe

use I jus

shut and exhaled.

ure. “I dropped by the coffee shop and bought for myself.” Not convincing enough. “

at I want

less talking,

t talk while I’m still talking.” I hated when people interr

remin

, go back to your desk if you

is time, the kind of smile that she was

iating as fuck—with a

ne just

ea

ce was infuriating—infuriatingly sexy and sweet, like we

ake it.

, Ro

ng, huh? Am I you’r

rself. I just talk

the second then. I’

new assis

’s annoyin

, but she’s perfect. She annoys you, yet you want to

e you calling, pissing me

me abo

her hand, I’m meeting my

call distraction. Not a chance, Langston. I will me

igh. “Either way, I’m co

her with you if wh

’s her day off,” I whispered when the do

l in ten minutes, sir.” Sh

re you sti

ay, A

. But I’m going to meet

*

ith other branches in As

play with pen and pencil. She pursed her lips while writing down. She raised

s. I knew people withheld something in their eyes and hearts, but I could feel that Carly Sto

or an hour before I w

pleasure?” Gabe Li

d your

n just

, not chewy or dry. What I hated was overcooked—it destroyed the flavor. Not

s hands together before he crossed his arms

full background check

iously. “Why?” He waved his han

forward her bio t

red at me intensely with a hint

n’t k

a red flag, you be

lorian handpicked her from many applicants. She’

lorian.” A smirk appeared on

d in understanding,

o there,

. She’s a

no fraternization policy.

of arms, creasing of brows, and clenching of the jaw. Man, you like her and w

ve, and I don’t want to mess this up. Dad trusted me until his last breath.

business now. You are running this and not your father. Make a legacy on you

ruck me like lightning, recharging t

ston.” He rai

succ

was working something on the lapt

see a huge bouquet on t

er, she appeared

e?” It was beautiful. As weird as it may

t up, and her skirt raised a little higher above her knee

offered

m wh

.C? A lover? Not that any of

r, my ass.

Of course, every woman in this country probably knew

f

ed and rolled her eyes. I thought it was cute. “I read his story in

u like to

y lit up. “Wow. Reall

ake it p

d?” she asked as s

and fought the urge to swipe her hair falling into the

lov

’ll let y

k you

ffice. She picked up after a few rings. She wa

is it,

o do with approving assistant applica

ng about, young man.” Her answer made me m

ike I believe

h your butto

ight now. Maybe my zippers too.

not someone who ca

ollowing my orders? And that’s precisely what I want. I wa

boss-assistant relationship. I disobeyed his orders many times. We fought a lot. I said what I wanted to say. Miss Storm is the opposite of what you are looking for, making her the best executive assistant.

. “You mean, I will have a heart

nd work. You need a life ou

ve a

woman, isn’t she? Smart, opin

fore she disappeared, my gaze landed on her ass again. Yeah, I got that now, but no