He nods, satisfied that I’ve met his requirements.
“Then let’s begin.” He hands me a stack of files, which I struggle to hold, even using both arms. “You’ll find my filing system is pretty easy to get the hang of. If you have any trouble, ask Marina or my receptionist, Gina, for assistance.”
I stare at the papers in my arms, my brow furrowed in confusion. Filing? He wants me to do his filing? This was not what I had in mind.
“Is something wrong?” he asks impatiently.
“I, uh, I just…I wasn’t expecting you to have me do your filing,” I mumble, my face red.
He raises his eyebrows, his dark eyes sparkling as he turns to face me. “And exactly what were you expecting? That I’d take you over my desk and fuck you senseless?”
He smirks as my face flames. I can’t believe he just said that to me—and more than that, I can’t believe how aroused the thought of him fucking me over his desk has me.
“I employ women to meet my every single need, and at the moment, all you’ve proved is that you may be capable of filing documents and fetching me coffee. Do you think I’m underestimating your abilities?”
He stands up and slowly moves around the desk until he stands behind me. I freeze as his fingers move under my skirt and up my thigh, inching closer to my core. My heart aches as his warm breath hits the back of my neck. I hate and I love how intoxicating his touch is.
“Yes,” I stammer. “I think if you wanted an office assistant you would’ve hired one.” I close my eyes, my body tingling as his fingers continue to explore me.
“You’re very observant, Charlotte,” he chuckles. “What I have planned for you is either going to rock your world or ruin you. I’m not sure you can handle it yet.”
“I can,” I assure him, surprised by how much I need his approval. “I can handle whatever you give me.”
“Then prove yourself,” he whispers. “Give me a reason to want you. Make me need you. Show me who you are, Charlotte.”
I have no response. My mouth isn’t capable of doing anything but moaning and my body trembles at his touch. How can somebody I’ve just met affect me so deeply? I gasp as his fingers brush over my entrance and his warm lips move down the curve of my neck.
“Now take those files, put them in their respective places, and bring me back a tall black coffee. Can you handle that?”
I nod and stumble out of the room. In the safety of the empty hallway, I lean back against the wall and catch my breath. Holy shit, this is intense. If I’m like this on my first day, how am I going to be when things heat up? I squirm at the thought of him inside me. God, I’m so flustered.
“Everything okay, Ms. Lucas?”
I turn and see Marina smiling at me. I blush and nod, smoothing my hair with my hand. I’m still not sure how much I can trust this woman, so I’m reluctant to share any more than I have to.
“Yes, thanks. Just getting my mind around everything,” I mumble, not meeting her eyes.
She nods kindly. “Mr. Murphy can be a little intense, but deep down he’s a good man. You’ll do well working for him.”
I stifle a laugh, because it just sounds funny hearing this woman in her sixties all but tell me I’ve done well landing a job as this guy’s hooker. How did she even come to work for him?
“How long have you been with Mr. Murphy?” I ask her, keeping my voice casual.
“I’ve been his housekeeper for ten years, but I’ve known him since he was a child,” she says, her voice wistful. “He was such a different boy back then, before…”
She lowers her head, as if she’s just realized she shouldn’t be talking to me about his past. She points to the mountain of files in my arms.
“You better get those filed before he calls for you again,” she says. “Good luck, Ms. Lucas.”
I nod and walk off, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that has settled in my stomach. I round the corner and spot the row of filing cabinets that line the far wall.
Luck was something I hoped I wouldn’t need.
I spend the next few hours sorting through files. I use the time to begin my research, keeping an eye out for anything that looks unusual. The only problem is I have no idea what I’m looking for. The guy isn’t an idiot. If he killed his girlfriend, he’s not going to leave evidence lying around for me to find.
That doesn’t stop me from snooping, though. In every file I put away, I search for anything that brings me closer to a story. By the end of the day, I haven’t found out anything that I didn’t already know about him. Sighing, I smooth out my skirt and leave the room, ready to report back to Jaxon.
What’s he going to have me do next, his ironing? I smirk at the thought.