Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Okay.” I step from behind the desk, and his gaze scrolls over me. I can tell immediately he approves of what I’m wearing.
“You sure did a lot to stop a story,” I comment.
“Hmm… Let’s go.”
For the rest of the day, Soren ushers me around and introduces me to everyone. At first, I’m greeted with a warm welcome, but I soon come to realize it’s Soren who excites them. He must not personally show new employees around very often.
By the time we get back to my office, it’s almost eleven. “Join me for lunch later?”
“No, that would look weird.”
“You’re a new employee. How would it look weird?”
“So, you have lunch with all your new employees?” I question.
“Never.”
“Then, no.” I wave him off. “Now, please leave so I can start the day.”
He grins as he shuts the door.
I’ve been working in my office for a couple of hours when there’s a knock on the door. I tell whoever it is to come in, and Layla pushes open the door with a bag in her hand. I can immediately smell the food, and it has my mouth watering.
“You shouldn’t have. Thank you, Layla.”
“It’s from Mr. Nixon.” She smiles as she places it on my desk.
I can’t tell her to take it back to him, because that would make this situation weirder than it already is. Instead, I thank her again before she leaves.
I guess I could eat. But just as I open the bag and peek inside, my phone rings. It’s a FaceTime call from Soren. I answer it, and his face comes into view.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say and pull out a box of what smells like chicken.
“You didn’t want to be seen eating lunch with me at work, and I respect that. So, we can do it this way.” That’s when I notice his lunch in front of him.
I chuckle. “You’re really weird.” I have to give him credit where credit is due, though. The lunch is nice. Especially when I take the first bite and remember I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. I was so nervous about the staff not liking me for the sole reason that I came in and got a job that some of them had probably been trying to get. Then I have to remind myself I have been in the business for years, worked my way up, and I am good at what I do. Why else would Soren have hired me? You know, apart from trying to fuck me, and to stop me from writing the story about him. He is an astute businessman, after all. He could have put me anywhere. And, honestly, I think he’s one of the smartest men I have ever met.
“Yes, and I’d like to be even weirder by sliding my hand up your skirt.”
I can’t tell if he’s teasing or not.
But I laugh and then hang up on him.
The rest of the workweek actually goes smoother than I thought it would. I hardly see Soren, which I’m thankful for because I don’t want anyone to get any ideas that I only got the job because I am sleeping with the boss. Because let’s be real, he gave me the job so I’d stop investigating him for the story. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop digging, though, completely. Now that I know him better, I want to learn more about him.
I understand his life revolves around work and his sister, and that he’s trying to set some boundaries with her because she’s a fucking nutcase. And he understands that my life revolves around work and my son.
I texted Noah the other day to discuss me taking Oliver away next month to visit my family for a week. He asked if I could already get time off work, since I just started a new job. I told him it shouldn’t be an issue, but truth be told, I haven’t even checked.
I haven’t seen Soren all day, but as I close my office door on my way out for the weekend, he steps out of his office at the same time. It’s late, and no one else is in the office apart from a few stragglers. He sees me, and a small smile touches his lips. I want to say that my heart doesn’t skip a beat at that barely-there smile, but it damn-well does.
I’m not really sure what he’s doing to me, because it’s so different from my last relationship. Not that I would call what we have a relationship. I just don’t know what category to put us in. Yes, we’ve had sex. And, yes, we work together. But I don’t know what else we are.
I manage to put one foot in front of the other and head down the hall, having to walk past his office to get to the elevator. He knows that, so he stands there, waiting for me. As soon as I reach him, I stop and meet his eyes.