“Yes! Thank you. You won’t regret it, I promise!” she said.
“Just… do your job, and don’t bring up my activities outside of here,” he said, shaking his head.
“I won’t,” she replied.
With one last uncertain look at her, he turned and vanished into his office. Her phone rang, and she jumped to answer it, allowing herself to get pulled into the swirl of everyday duties.
3
Damn, but Smith was in trouble.
He’d worked late into the night yesterday, distracted by Cameron’s presence. She was out of sight, but certainly not out of mind. He’d almost had a heart attack when he figured out who she was. The redheaded beauty from Circle Bar with the wicked smile and curves that wouldn’t quit.
Hell, he was hard the moment he saw her. Who wouldn’t be?
When his father introduced her as his new assistant though, Smith’s world had been turned upside down. His life outside the office, which he fought very hard to keep separate from his life as the company’s heir, had come crashing down.
It wasn’t that he wanted to judge her for taking a risk. Obviously he’d been there too, had done the same thing.
It was just… since he’d agreed to leave the military a year ago and come join the family business, he’d been walking a fine line. The world of privilege he’d grown up in, of yachts and private schools, seemed so far away from who he’d become during his time in the military. Stepping back into the role of prodigal son was hard.
He made it work by having a private life completely outside the office, and by keeping them separated.
So when he’d gone last night, leaving the office without a word to her, he secretly hoped he’d seen the last of her.
But when he arrived in the office this morning, and spotted that bright red hair when he got off the elevator, he hadn’t been excited. He was pissed off.
She stood when she saw him, looking strangely determined. He walked up to her desk, ignored her pale blue eyes and the scattering of freckles that intrigued him, and threw his coat and briefcase in her arms.
“I’ll have coffee in my office,” he said as he moved past her. “No calls until nine.”
He closed the door in her fairly surprised-looking face. He went to the floor to ceiling window in his office, staring out at the busy downtown area.
“Fuck,” he said aloud. “How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this?”
The city skyline wasn’t answering any of his questions, so he turned to his desk. All chrome and glass, his desk was massive in size and had cost a ridiculous amount. He sat down in his chair, his fingers pressed to his temples.
Smith had a lot of responsibilities, a lot weighing on his shoulders. He didn’t have time for a distraction like Cameron, not at work.
The door opened, and Cameron came in with coffee. She was wearing a lacy yellow dress that stretched when she moved. It was all too easy for him to imagine what she wore beneath the dress, probably a tiny white thong.
He shook his head to clear it. This was the problem, right here. He needed to be involved in his work, not fantasizing about his assistant.
“I didn’t know how you liked it,” she said, setting it down on the desk. “So I brought some cream and sugar.”
She held up packets of sugar and tiny creamer cups.
“Black,” he said, keeping it simple.
“Okay. You have a meeting at nine thirty in the conference room upstairs,” she said. “And then a whole list of phone calls to return.”
“Fine,” he said. He picked up a pen from his desk, wanting to look like he was working. “That’s all I need from you right now.”
“Alright,” she said, seeming uncertain. “I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
She turned and made her way out of his office. He had to rip his eyes away from staring at her ass.
The door closed, and he sighed. The fact was, when he saw her at the club, he was immediately attracted to her face and body. Ass, tits, legs… all fucking amazing. The angelic face and red hair were just icing on the cake, the cherry on top.
And what she’d done with that body…
He could still picture her writhing beneath him, legs spread, mouth open as she cried out for more. Fuck, it was sexy.
Smith shifted in his chair, aware that he was getting hard again. He gave himself another shake and turned on his computer. Answering some emails was something he could do right now, at least.
He sank into the task, sipping his coffee. There were several messages in his inbox about the company’s financial statements. Mostly it was a lot of accountants talking about how there were irregularities in the statements, but they weren’t sure what the irregularities were.
He felt like he had barely skimmed the surface of the important emails when Cameron knocked and came in again.
“It’s time for your meeting upstairs,” she announced.
He sighed and stood up. “Let’s go.”
“Us?”
His brow rose. “Unless you plan on me taking my own notes.”
She flushed. “Of course not. Let me get my things.”
She disappeared from the doorway. He spent a couple of minutes getting his laptop and a few papers together, then got up and headed out the door.
Cameron fell in step with him, shuffling papers and her laptop. He strode to the elevator, letting her hurry to match his steps. He got in with her on his heels.
As they rode up, he tried not to inhale too much of the gently perfumed air around her. She smelled like the perfect combination of vanilla and spice. It was too much.
The second the doors opened, he stormed out, leaving her to keep pace. She struggled to keep up in her heels, falling behind.
“Smith!” his father called the second he entered the conference room. A huge conference table dominated the room, and half a dozen of the company’s upper-level suits were also present. “It’s about time!”
He shook hands with his father, keeping his face blank in the face of his father’s exuberance. “I’m here.”
“Yes, yes,” his father said. “Let’s get settled in, shall we?”
They all moved to seats at the table. Smith noticed Cameron hesitating, trying to decide where she should sit. He pointed to the seat next to his, raising a brow.
She flushed and hurried to sit, opening her laptop to take notes.
“Smith, I wanted to have you here so the accountants can have their day in the sun,” his father said. “They’re all determined to fuss, so I said we’d both hear them out. Let’s just get it all over with.”
“I see,” Smith said, looking at the worried faces around the table. “Well, let’s hear it.”
One of the accountants cleared his throat and stood, prepared to begin lecturing the room.
Smith slid a look over to Cameron, who was already typing up a storm. Her brow was puckered, little frown lines making themselves known. He almost smiled at that, but caught himself in time.
This was the problem, this exactly. He should be worrying about whatever it was that had the accountants worried, not thinking about his assistant’s cute facial expression.
He glowered at the table, knowing that he was missing whatever the talking heads were saying, and feeling angry about it.