Office Grump An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Nicole Snow Page 0,20
torn off, and me standing over her with my pants down, fingers pinched tight into that deliriously spankable ass, thrusting like the devil until she—
No. What the hell am I thinking?
Besides being hideously inappropriate, this company needs more office sex scandals like it needs a crushing lawsuit.
Fuck.
My eyes shift to Ruby, who’s trying hard not to look past us, keeping her above this silly fray.
“Take Miss Bristol’s reaction to the compensation package as acceptance of employment. Get her set up within the hour, and her company email live in the next ten minutes. Call IT.”
Ruby blinks like a tired cat, unfazed by my tone.
She’s used to my shit.
Meanwhile, Sabrina Bristol glares at me like she’s holding an invisible cigarette she’d love to stab out on my forehead.
What’s her problem? I just offered her a job with a salary five times what she made at her old one. Beyond generous by big city entry-level standards, even if every dollar costs a person in this role a little more of their sanity.
Shaking my head, I ignore her death glare and exit the room before she makes me do something I’ll regret.
Twenty minutes later, the sleek black town car pulls up outside the building, a familiar shark darting through the crowded downtown traffic.
I yank on the back door and climb in before Felix Armstrong can open the door for me. My mind’s already reeling from the day, which is probably a good thing, because I haven’t had time to dwell on this literary event I’m attending.
The academy wasn’t my favorite place when I was a surly teenager. When I graduated, I hoped I’d never have to see it again.
The black leather seat feels cool to the touch, a comfortable place to lounge. Armstrong has picked up my coffee on the way. It’s still steaming from the cup holder as he reaches down and passes it back to me.
I grab the cup like a precious chalice and take a swig, letting the caffeinated heat roll down my throat. “Thanks for the morning joe.”
“I got you, boss. Any place, anytime. How’re you doing today?”
“Fine,” I toss back, a single word that says how I really am.
Armstrong gets it. He’s been my driver long enough to know from my tone that today isn’t a time for idle chitchat.
My phone chimes with an email alert.
I put the coffee cup back in the cupholder and grab my phone. I’m trying to score three more major ad clients this week, and I can’t lose a second in the negotiations.
I tap on the email icon and see Ruby’s name with Sabrina Bristol cc’d, so I’ll have her new work email.
I smile. Welcome to the fold.
I’ve got her housewarming committee ready.
Opening a spreadsheet of five hundred projects, all in various stages of the contract process, I hit share and send it to Miss Bristol, copying Ruby on it.
To: Sabrina Bristol
From: Magnus Heron
Priority: HIGH
Subject: To Do
Ms. Bristol,
You’re incredibly eager to get started, and I’m happy to oblige. See the mess of a spreadsheet attached and the instructions below.
First, click on each project name and print any pages attached. Highlight the client’s name and file them. The last page for each project should be a checklist of anything needed to execute the contract. If an item isn’t checked, it’s missing. Compile a list of all missing items and create a new spreadsheet of just those projects with the items pending.
I expect this completed by midnight tonight.
Yes, it’s essential.
No, it’s not your only duty.
Before work tomorrow, you’ll need to pick up my dry cleaning and hang it in the closet in my office. There shouldn’t be a single wrinkle.
The invoice number will come from Miss Hunting.
You’ll also need to stop at The Bean Bar and pick up my coffee order, three large drinks as follows: a dark roast Kona bean with one tablespoon of heavy whipping cream, and two medium roast Kona beans. One with half a cup of heavy cream, four sugars, and cinnamon spice, and the other with three tablespoons of heavy cream. It’s imperative no sugar winds up in that last coffee.
Since you like cats so much, you can also pick up three cans of cat food. I need a Whisker-Delight, Empress Pearl, and a Meow Meow Feast in any flavors.
Do not mess this up.
Because you have to be back at the office at five a.m. and you’ll need to make a few stops before you get here, I’ll generously send a car to the address you gave Ruby at precisely