Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,25
work. Maybe my attraction to my boss will ease off the more time I spend with him. Especially if he’s as difficult as he says he is. I’m not normally attracted to arrogant asshats who think the world revolves around them. The kind who sends drinks over at the bar because they assume you’ll accept. The kind who ends a date with your ‘place or mine’ because they’re so sure you’ll sleep with them.
Bring an extra pair of panties to work and you’ll be just fine.
So crude. So sexy. Oh, my goodness! I’m panicking again. I must be crazy. Then again, I’m a grown woman. I can control myself. I can control my emotions. I’ve got this. It’s an opportunity of a lifetime. I can just feel it. I did the math, and all I need is one year. If I can stick it out for one year, I’ll have enough money to purchase all of the equipment we need to mass-produce our best-selling products.
I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. My palms are sweaty.
“Everything okay, Miss Shaw?” Trevor asks me for the second time.
I nod. “Yes, thanks. First day jitters.”
“He’s not so bad,” Trevor says. “Bolt is a good guy deep down inside. Don’t let him fool you. If you keep that in mind, you’ll do just fine.”
“I have to say, he’s been nothing but nice.” I think back to how he loaned me his jacket this morning. That wasn’t the action of an uncaring asshole.
I look up in the rearview mirror, and Trevor smiles at me before his eyes move back to the road ahead. “There’s bottled water in the center console next to you…just open the lid.”
“Oh…thanks.” This car is unreal. I was almost too afraid to get in, in case I broke or dirtied something. It’s all white leather and chrome, with gleaming wood finishes. It’s huge. I can stretch out my legs. I open the console and have to hold back a gasp. The advice Candice gave me when I called her earlier was to fake it. After screaming with excitement for half a minute and hurting my ear, she said, “Fake it till you make it.” It was good advice, and I think I’m overreacting to a fridge filled with still and sparkling water…the kind in glass bottles. They look imported. I think they’re French…or maybe Italian. I’m not sure. There are also little bottles of champagne. If I gushed over a refrigerator, I wouldn’t be taking her advice, so I take out a bottle of still water and close the lid. Cool and calm!
The rest of the drive goes by quickly. It feels like minutes, and we’re pulling into an underground parking area. Trevor drives up to the glass doors. I can see an elevator through the doors.
“Sit tight,” he says to me as he unbuckles his seatbelt and walks around the car. Then he’s opening the door and helping me out. I lean back in, almost forgetting the box of cupcakes my mom insisted I bring along for Mr. Bolt.
Trevor opens the trunk with the click of a button. It slowly lifts. He takes out my wheelie bag. It’s small but suitable since I don’t have much in the way of business attire or eveningwear. I am wearing the same black suit I used for my interview, just with a different blouse. I have a fresh chemise packed, but will need to recycle the suit, so I have to be careful not to get it dirty. Maybe they do laundry at whatever hotel or BnB I’m staying at. I packed the powder blue dress for tomorrow. I have one dinner dress. It’s black and plain. The low, black heels I have on will have to do. I’m so unprepared it’s scary.
“You’ll be fine…just breathe.” Trevor smiles at me. It’s warm and friendly. “He doesn’t bite. You’ll see.”
I manage a smile and push out a deep breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “Thank you.”
“Can I help you with your bag?” He looks down before locking eyes with me.
I shake my head. “I’ll manage.”
Trevor hands me a keycard and an ID tag. I do a double-take when I see my picture on the tag. This place is efficient. “You will need to display the tag at all times when in the building. This card will get you to the top floor. You’re authorized to be able to enter all areas of the building.” He gives me some basic instructions on