Executive Engagement

Whatever job that woman does, it must be rough. It’s barely nine a.m. now. I can’t remember the last time I was up this early.

We reach the building, and I tip my cabbie, whistling a bit as I hit the stairs. I’m interested to see the new CEO. I’ve been wining and dining so much for the business—and for myself—that I haven’t had a chance to meet the guy yet.

I’ve heard he’s some kind of prodigy, quite young for having jumped into big business. I feel like the guy might have a rough day, and I want to be there to see him sweat. Nothing like pressure from the owner to make a new job even more rough.

Not to mention a nice collection of fires I’ve set up.

Sometimes, I’m so good I amaze myself.

I wander up to the main floor, still whistling a bit. I can hear female voices from the office—my old office—so I head there. It’s just hitting main business hours, so that’s where the new guy should be.

As I approach, I start to get a weird feeling. These voices are familiar. My secretary, of course I know.

But the other voice…I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before.

Oh, dear god. Please don’t tell me one of my former fuck buddies has tracked me down. It happens occasionally, and it’s always embarrassing as hell.

I move up to the doorway, and I see her from the back.

The recognition is a physical shock. I notice the pink heels first. I lean on the door frame, grinning and enjoying the view.

“Well, fuck me,” I blurt, announcing my presence loudly.

They both turn and look at me.

When she sees me, she doesn’t look happy about it.

“No,” Kat says, jaw dropped. “What the fuck—no. Get. Out. Now. Before I call security.”

My poor secretary is trying to melt into the wall. My grin just gets wider as I look my newest acquisition right in the eyes.

“I don’t think so, baby. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Will Ambrose, and I run this fucking show. Welcome to my company, sweetheart.”

The silence is glorious, but the look on Kat’s face is even better.

8

Katrina

I can’t move o

r speak for a few seconds. Mostly because I’ve just realized I let this guy fuck the shit out of me, not knowing who he was.

It was supposed to be a fun little blowout—the kind of thing I never do—and just a bit of fun.

Not a fucking major disaster.

He strides into the room as the secretary bolts. He stops in front of me, and my crossed arms move to my hips while I stick my chin out.

I’m not going to back down.

They made me CEO here, and just because I fucked the daylights out of him, doesn’t mean I have to give in. I still have some power here.

“How fucking funny is this?”

He’s positively delighted.

“At home, I work for you. But here, you work for me.”