Mr. Big Shot (Suits & Sevens #1) - Isla Olsen Page 0,10

to do a job and I’m taking that seriously.”

He nods, clearly relieved. “Good. That’ll be all for now.”

Clearly dismissed, I leave the office and walk back to my desk, where Maya’s waiting with a smile on her face.

“So, what did you think?” Her voice turns conspiratorial as she adds, “Pretty cute, huh?”

My eyes widen in surprise and she just waves a dismissive hand. “I saw you checking him out,” she says with a wicked smile. “Don’t worry, it’s really not a big deal—just as long as you don’t turn out to be crazy and falsely accuse him of harassment like his last assistant.”

I shake my head earnestly. “I would never do that.”

“Good.” She pats me on the shoulder and returns to her desk.

5

Spencer

* * *

I bang my head against my desk the moment Will leaves my office. I trust him to keep his word and not spill the beans about Friday night, or my sexual orientation, but that doesn’t improve my predicament all that much, because the moment I saw him I was filled with that exact same burning desire that ended with him balls deep in my ass in the middle of a dark hallway.

Fuck…my cock is straining as I once again mentally play back the memory that’s been swirling in my head all weekend. It’s difficult to reconcile the nervous rambler who just left my office with the guy who all but manhandled me as he fucked me the other night; if anything, it just makes him even hotter.

All I want to do right now is call Will back into my office and beg him to bend me over my desk. I wonder if he’d be interested in tying me up. Or maybe slap me around a little? Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have his strong hands hold me down against this glass while he…

I shake my head fiercely. Jesus Christ, get a grip, Spencer! I can’t be thinking that way about him anymore. He’s my assistant. My employee. He’s hands—and everything else—off.

I’m going to kill my sister. Bravo on her plan to uncomplicate things by hiring a guy. Not only did she get a gay guy, but an incredibly attractive gay guy who I happened to have been fantasizing about all weekend. Jesus.

I have some time at the moment, so I click through the files on my computer and bring up Will’s resume to do some snooping. I find out he’s twenty-five and has a graduate degree in computer sciences. He was president of his fraternity, and if I’m remembering my own college experience correctly, his is one of the more preppy frats that pride themselves on the number of successful businessmen and politicians that make up their alumni. There’s a glowing reference here from the Dean of Students, gushing over a number of contributions Will made to the college and his diligent, committed attitude toward his responsibilities as president of his frat.

I scan the resume for information on his post-graduate studies and find he completed that part of his schooling in London, which no doubt endeared him to Emily, who also studied across the pond.

He finished up his studies two years ago, however, and since then has only been employed in part-time work. I frown as I continue my perusal. There are definitely some impressive and promising things listed here, but there’s also some things that concern me: why hasn’t he been working in his chosen field? And would he really be satisfied being someone’s assistant after studying so hard for his degree?

I pick up my desk phone and dial my sister’s extension.

She answers after the third ring. “Yes, brother dearest, what can I do for you?”

“Get in my office as soon as you have a sec—bring Maya.”

The two women stroll into my office a few minutes later, Maya closing the door behind her. “So is this the part where we gossip about the new guy?”

I shoot her a quelling look before turning my attention to my sister. “You hired a computer scientist?”

She frowns. “I hired a very smart, dedicated guy in need of a job.”

“But not necessarily this job—we’re nothing but a layover to him while he looks for work in his own field.”

“I assure you that’s not the case. I asked him a similar question on Friday and he had an excellent response.”

“Which was?”

“I don’t think it’s my place to say. But seeing as how you trust me so implicitly to make hiring decisions, the fact that it was good enough for me