His Temporary Assistant

He swore then looked down at himself. The condom was mangled from my quick dismount. We both looked around desperately for a way to clean up, but there was nothing but files and white banker boxes in this room.

I spotted a tissue box and ran over to get it, then threw it at him. I jostled my underwear and underwire bra into place before quickly buttoning my dress. Dammit, I was missing a button.

“Who is in there? Preston?”

“Jesus,” he muttered as he tried to tidy up and get his boxers and pants back into position.

I found his shirt and tossed it at him.

The door rattled again.

Preston bunched his fists at his sides before he picked up his tie and shoved it in his pocket. As he looked around helplessly, I crossed to him and grabbed his hand, jerking him forward to the door.

“Just go,” I mouthed at him, flattening myself against the wall behind the door.

“I’ll be back,” he mouthed to me.

I shook my head. I couldn’t think about what would come next. If I started analyzing what happened, I’d be fucked.

And I already had been spectacularly.

He gave me a hot, annoyed look. “Just a moment,” he called out.

I waved him away and he managed to slip out without showing the detonation of the room—and me. I sagged against the wall. Goddess, what a clusterfuck.

Then I put the room back to rights.

When I finally girded my loins enough to peek out into the office, I was relieved to see the main waiting room was empty. Preston’s door was open, but he didn’t seem to be in his office.

I ran for my desk, grabbed my purse, and made a quick delivery. Then I flew toward the elevators like the coward I was.

As the numbers descended downward over the doors, I smiled. At least PMS was guaranteed to have a good afternoon now.

Seventeen

I’d never seen my father fire-breathing mad before.

Annoyed, often. Bad-tempered, sure. But flames practically shooting out of his eyes with enough force to scald me where I stood opposite his desk? This was a first.

This day was destined to have many of them apparently, and it was only—

I glanced at my watch. Past three already. Guess fucking my assistant on the conference table had taken longer than I’d realized. Pity it hadn’t taken even longer. I could’ve spent years lost in her luscious body. And I probably would have—at least for a second round—if not for my father deciding to epically cock-block me.

“Was this necessary?” I asked in a brutally low voice, searching for calm.

“I assume you mean interrupting your…work.” His smirk as he sat back in his desk chair set off a pulse at the base of my skull. “You have a bed at home. Use it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t. Interesting that your sharp-tongued new assistant isn’t at her desk right now, isn’t it?” He crossed his arms, straining the shoulders of his crisp gray jacket. It didn’t have a single wrinkle, unlike mine, I was certain. “Have to say I’m surprised at you, Preston, considering your attitude in other ways. But I’ve found out plenty of things about you today that surprised me. That you’ve taken up with some witchy floozy barely rates.”

“You are not speak of her like that ever again. Do you understand me?” I made a fist and barely resisted slamming it on his desk. “My mistake was not taking you to task the last time you dared to open your mouth about her.”

“Taking me to task?” he thundered, his face blanching as he rose to his feet. “Have you forgotten who started this law firm? Who can fire you at any time?” Before I could respond, he smiled thinly and leaned forward, bracing his hands on his desk. “Or is that what you’re hoping I’ll do, so you don’t have to make the decision to walk?”

I almost didn’t hear the question, because the way he was looming toward me, delibera

tely trying to intimidate me, reminded me how I’d done the same move to Ryan over a damn coffee pod.