behind her ear revealing the curve of her neck, my favorite place to kiss her. She knows it. It’s why she always exposes that spot of soft skin around me. To distract me and remind me what I can never have again.
She doesn’t realize the spot no longer attracts me to her. My cock no longer responds to her advances. You couldn’t pay me enough money to touch her or even kiss her.
“We could try to keep it professional this time. You know I’m the best assistant you’ve ever had. The others haven’t even lasted longer than a week.”
I narrow my eyes. The others haven’t lasted because of Abri, not me. She’s tortured them. I’m not the best boss. I work all of my assistants hard, easily working them a hundred hours or more a week. But I pay them well, really well. When I hire them, they understand what is expected, and I know that no one will stay at a job for more than a year, two max. But none survive even a year; the money isn’t enough to deal with Abri.
“Miss Burns will last longer than a week.” I hate calling Mila, Miss Burns. It sounds too formal, not at all like Mila truly is.
Abri pouts and then pulls out a tube of red lipstick from her purse applying it slowly to her lips like that is going to make me want to kiss her or something.
“Are you finished? Some people have work to do.”
She slowly puts the tube back into her purse. “You should get the A/C checked. It’s scorching in here, Ace.”
She slowly removes her jacket and hangs it on the back of my chair. My chair will smell like her Chanel No. 5 perfume the rest of the day.
Dammit.
I know she’s pushing her boobs up in her lace tank top, but I don’t notice. I’m tired of her damn games. She started this, but I’m going to finish it.
“I think I’m going to check in with your new assistant tomorrow. Miss Burns, is it? Show her some pointers to ensure she lasts.”
“I don’t care what you do as long as you get out of my damn office.”
Abri licks her lips. Her last move at trying to seduce me. She forgets I’m more than aware she’s a manipulative bitch.
Abri runs her hand through my hair. “I miss your long locks, Ace. You look too grown up with this haircut.”
I grab her wrist this time. I can’t help myself. “I’m not a teenager you can play games with anymore without consequences, Abri. If you play with fire, you are going to get burned.”
“Maybe, but so far I think I’m winning. And you haven’t even seen what I have planned for my grand finale yet. It’s good, Ace. I would surrender now while you still have something left you love. Otherwise, I’m taking everything. You don’t get to fuck with me and get away with it.”
I drop her wrist. “Out.”
Abri leaves without another word, but she makes sure to sway her hips in hopes I will watch her go. I watch her leave, not because she looks sexy, but because I need to make sure she’s actually leaving.
I walk over to my desk, grab the jacket, and toss it in the trash. Then I text Mila to have a cleaning crew clean out my office ASAP. I don’t want it smelling like Abri tomorrow. I won’t get any work done.
I want to tell Abri to stay the hell away from Mila, but I can’t. It will make it worse on Mila. Mila wants to fight her own battles, here’s her chance. Mila can hate me all she wants, but I’m not the devil. Abri is.
11
Mila
I storm upstairs to my bedroom in Knight’s apartment. He isn’t home yet, but the driver gave me a key to his apartment. Well, apparently our apartment until I get paid. I kick my heels off revealing the blisters on my toes and then fall onto his large bed.
I’ve never been this exhausted before. I love working hard. I’ve pulled twenty-four shifts at the hospital. I thought nothing could top that, but working for Knight does. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. I can’t keep doing this every day. No matter how much money he is paying me.
I need a bath and a change of clothes. I stand up and walk to his closet again to try and find some sweatpants or something of his I can force to fit me after