So, while he was prepared to avoid imprinting on the woman who would walk through his door, he wasn’t ready for a different kind of reaction to Amira Kendal. One that shot heat through his body the moment the woman stepped foot in his office with her gorgeous platinum-blonde locks, legs that went on for days, and a thousand-watt smile that lit up more than the room.
He sat there, stunned, while his heart pounded hard in his chest.
For her part, Amira didn’t seem bothered by the cold welcome Richard knew he was offering.
“Hello, Mister Anderson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Amira Kendal,” she said as she sauntered toward his desk with an outstretched hand.
Richard leaned forward to shake her hand then had to bite the inside of his lip as heat shot through his arm and right to his dick like a bottle rocket.
God, she’s gorgeous!
He quickly snatched his hand away and motioned to the chair across from his desk. “Please, have a seat,” he grumbled, already wondering what he was going to tell Stan to explain why this woman couldn’t work for him.
Imprinting was one thing, but what he was feeling toward Amira? No. He couldn’t even admit that to himself. It couldn’t be true. This must just be a reaction to him not having gotten laid in a while. Would that fix the situation? Would going to the bar and finding a random woman to have a night in the sheets with stop him from ogling Amira?
It wasn’t worth the risk. He couldn’t hire someone like her. He’d get nothing done because all he’d do was stare at her all day, getting lost in those beautiful eyes. She was looking at him now with a smile, and he knew he hadn’t listened to a word she’d said since she sat down. Her beauty made him crazy, and it was taking all of his strength to keep it together.
She stopped moving those plump, kissable lips, signifying she wanted a response from him. She lifted an eyebrow when he didn’t answer.
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
“I was just explaining that I’m a little older than most of the cadet graduates, but I look at it as a benefit. I have years of experience working for large firms as a personal secretary in my other lifetime.” She let out a nervous giggle before continuing. “I believe this position fits rather well with my wheelhouse. And I’m rather excited about working with you.”
“Really?” She was excited? He wasn’t sure how he should react to that. Excitement had him thinking about another thing: making her scream his name. Repeatedly. Those curvy hips of hers bent over his desk would be a beautiful sight, for sure. And fuck, now his dick was so hard he could probably crush diamonds with it.
Shit, what was wrong with him? He was known as Dick for his brusque demeanor, never for inappropriate behavior in the workplace. Even his relationship with Carol had been developed outside FUCN’A. This strange development of lewd thoughts toward a potential employee was something he’dneverexperienced before.
He tried hard to focus on her words as she continued. “I spoke with Quinn briefly before he left, and he told me about this position being open. He and I go way back, and we both have a similar work ethic. That’s why I believe I’m the perfect candidate for the job.”
“I agree.” He should be listening to the woman, but all he was focused on was her lips, wondering how they’d be wrapped around his dick.
“Oh? You do?”
It was almost as if a genie was granting him a wish as her lips formed the most perfect O-shape, giving him the chance to imagine those turquoise eyes looking up at him beneath her thick lashes while she stroked his cock with her mouth.
Stop!He cursed at himself. If he couldn’t get it together, he’d have to pass on her for his assistant, and that would bring all sorts of issues. Stan would be pissed and call him a drama llama for not being able to settle. He’d lose out on a candidate that seemed perfect for the job.
And his inner llama would punish him, because it demanded they spend more time around the beauty.
“Of course,” he said, gritting his teeth to stay focused.
“That’s a relief! I want you to know that I won’t let you down, especially since Stan said that this is going to be a trial run.”
“What?” Richard asked, confused. Stan hadn’t informed him of any trial period. He didn’t need a trial. He already knew everything about Amira was a perfect fit. He didn’t care about her abilities to file paperwork or balance budgets. All he wanted was to taste those kissable bombshell-flushed pink lips. Would they taste like a combination of strawberries and champagne—two of his favorite things in the world?
Then it dawned on him:That bastard isn’t letting me trial her. He’s letting her trialmebefore she commits to working for Dick.
“I would be a temporary fill-in for the position at first,” she repeated in her soothing, melodic voice. “I’ll do what I can in the office for two weeks, but then I’m working a short-term security gig for Stan.”
“But why not take this job permanently and then just take a leave of absence to do Stan’s thing?”
She blinked, looking taken aback. She seemed reluctant to answer but finally admitted in a quiet voice, “I suppose there’s a chance of promotion if all goes well with the mission. A small chance,” she hastily added.
“Another assistant who just wants to move up the ranks,” he grumbled. Was it so much to ask for someone who would want to be with him forever?Workwith him, that was.
“If this is unacceptable, I understand?—”
He cut her off. “It’s fine.” It was all he could say. Even if his inner llama was threatening to throw a tantrum and insist that she work for him permanently.
