Beauty and the Boss - MINK Page 0,3

has been shown to reduce blood pressure and help you live longer, so it would be a real benefit to--”

“Ms. Lavine?” I try to say it as nicely as I can, though given her wince, it was more of a sharp crack.

“Yes?”

“You are dismissed.”

“Oh, okay.” She nods, her face falling for only a moment before her smile returns. “I’ll go get to work.” Her tone is bubbly and upbeat just like her.

Turning, she gives me a perfect view of her round ass. Her hips are biteable, and I want to--stop. Where the hell did these thoughts come from? I’ve gone through dozens of secretaries, including quite a few attractive ones, but I’ve never even glanced at them twice. What’s different about this girl? Perhaps my bloodthirstiness to destroy her father is filtering over to her a bit, because I want to wreck her with my body, to give her every inch of my cock while she writhes and pants. Calm down, Liam. This is not the headspace I should be in right now.

With another big smile over her shoulder, she closes my door.

I take a breath once she’s gone and reach up to loosen my tie. I’ve got her now. She’s caught in my web. But I don’t intend to devour her. Not yet. First, I need to use her as a lure for my true target.

I buzz Bradley on my office phone.

“Yeah,” he answers, boredom in the word. That isn’t the correct office protocol for answering the phone, but I don’t have time to gripe at him about it again.

“Do the post.”

“She’s here?” He perks up a bit.

“Yes. But don’t even think about trying to fuck her. Understand? If you screw up my plan, I’ll send your ass to work in the mailroom.”

“Vicious. I like it.” He taps his computer keys. “Okay, done.”

“Good.”

“How long do you think it’ll take for Duncan to notice?” He crunches some sort of chips, the sound utterly obnoxious.

“He checks our website frequently. I expect he’ll see our new hire announcement within the day.”

“That’ll be fun.” He continues munching.

I hang up and turn to look out my window. The game has begun, and I’ve made the first move. What Duncan does next will set the tenor for the rest of the match. But no matter what he chooses, I intend to destroy him.

“Mr. Baxter?”

I jump and whirl around.

She’s here again, and now she’s leaning over my desk, her shirt gaping at the top and giving me a view of her white lacy bra. “You didn’t sign this contract on the third page.” She taps the empty signature line.

“Knock! I told you quite specifically that you are to knock before entering my office.” I swipe a fountain pen from my desk and scrawl my name, then shove the document at her.

She takes it. “Sorry.” Her warm demeanor falters for only a second, then her smile returns. “I like your handwriting. It’s so elegant.”

Why is she so sweet? Her father is a viper, but she’s a little lamb. Or is this an act? With the way she looks at me, I know it isn’t. She really is this pure. That bubblegum tongue darts out again, and I fist my hands.

“Go.” I turn away from her and listen for the sound of her heels to recede and my door to close.

Her insufferably sunny disposition won’t last. Sunshine can’t stay bright. Not while she’s working under me. I’ll break her down. It’s only a matter of time until she goes crying to Daddy about mean Mr. Baxter. And then he’ll know that she’s mine. She can quit, sure, but she’ll have me all over her. There isn’t an employer in this city who’ll take her on without my say-so, and I won’t give it.

I smile and lean back in my chair.

Georgia Lavine is ruined. She just doesn’t know it yet.

4

Georgia

I bet everyone here will like sprinkles. Especially Kristen from Accounting. She keeps sneaking off to the break room to get snacks. That baby in her belly is going to be the cutest, chubbiest little thing ever. I just know it. I’ll need to stop by the store on my way home to grab more sugar. My second attempt at baking cookies for Mrs. Wilson failed, and I’m out of ingredients to make new ones. For her, I think I should go a different route. I hope brownies are more her speed.

Jim pushes his mail cart past my desk. “We leave in five.”

I hold my hand up, and he gives