Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,11

some entertainment. I think you’re more like a scared little man, games are for children. On that note. Enjoy the rest of your day.

HRCFRM:-You definitely intrigue me Lillian. Feisty, I like that, before I let you out of this chat, had it been me you were on top of, I can promise you that your need would have been handled immediately. I’m skilled at knowing what a woman wants and how she wants it. Nor am I a little man.

-Well, obviously your ego is extraordinarily large. I doubt you’re my type. I’m more than capable of having my needs handled on my own.

HRCFRM: - doubtful Lillian, I think I’m you’re your type more than you realize. Perhaps, I’m too much for you to handle.

Wow, ego check! I can’t believe this man!

-ok you need an ego check. I’ve yet to come across a man to be true to that point. You clearly don’t know me very well as you wouldn’t be making such statements. I’m sure by tomorrow my needs will be handled to my satisfaction. Enjoy the rest of your day.

I closed down the computer fully noticing the time. Whoever this person was, they were certainly an ass.

Happy hour seemed like such a fabulous idea right now.

On time, my phone buzzed.

The test message from Sam:

“Pickles at the circle in about an hour?”

Reply:

“Sounds good. Leaving now.”

I gathered my belongings and headed for the elevators.

After a few minutes, the doors opened, and I walked in to be assaulted with that cologne again.

Hmm, someone around here had excellent taste in cologne.

Turning, I noticed the man that Sam seemed downright taken with race for the doors. I stuck my hand out to hold the elevator. Stepping in he nodded.

I offered a smiled to be polite.

“Appreciated” he replied as he straightened his suit.

He had an English accent…Shit, I bet he’s one of the new owners. But then again, there were many new staff members with accents.

“You’re welcome. I know from experience that the wait can be frustrating.” Smiling I looked away quickly. The deeper meaning, laced my statement, more of a vocal frustration I was currently trapped in. My nervous were peaked. Crap!

He turned to me and cocked his head.

“You’re Lillian…Foster’s Junior Editor?” His voice sound amused?

Hmmm, he knew my name…I wasn’t sure how or why he would know it, but he did. Oddly, I don’t think I had ever heard anyone call Mr. Leiber by his first name.

“Sure, we can say that.” Pausing I faked a clearing of my throat and whispered “More like his assistant with a nice title”

He scrunched his brows tight in thought and pulled his lips tight.

Oh shit…I shook my head. I think he heard me. Hold up…his voice…oh double shit, recognition had my turning red, the basement?

“Are you not satisfied with your current position?” He grinned like there was something hidden in his question.

Turning to face him, I slighted my head “Is anyone ever satisfied with their position?” I pulled a croaked grin, my memory of straddling his body flashed before me and my body responded, fuck the ached between my legs roared through my body.

“Well played, and a particularly compelling point if I may add”, he grinned once more.

“The question was rhetorical and not actually a point to be made. That’s more of a fact of life” smiling I turned back to the elevator doors.

Where in the world did this brassiness come from on my part? Shit…Shit…Shit! Not good potential new owner and I just insulted my title and possibly my boss. I was fucked no recovery from that.

“Well, he had nothing but strong opinions to your ability, and I certainly see where his opinions are founded, closing two high profile accounts today of all days.”

“Yeah, and I make a fantastic cup of coffee!” I smirked.

Again, shaking my head brain to mouth filter! Oh lord I’m going to lose my job.

He laughed. Ok maybe a good sign.

“Somehow, I’m certain all that you do is beyond great Lillian.” He voice was dark and laced in hunger. The implications of his statement had my breath hitch. Yet my mind still had me in the reality of what I had said. I felt the need to recover from my lack of filter and brassiness…but shit, I didn’t know why he was making me feel agitated.

“I’m sorry, I had a long day, and my brain doesn’t seem to be functioning. I mean no disrespect to Mr. Leiber. None at all.” I finally looked up at him and genuinely looked at him.

Whoa, now