By Sydney Landon
“So how many exactly have there been since I left? Assistants, I mean,” I add quickly. I certainly have no desire to hear about the number of women warming his bed. He probably can’t count that high.
“A few,” he says vaguely. “No one has any type of work ethic anymore. And the few who managed to show up on time couldn’t take direction if you stapled a detailed list to their damn forehead. Do you know that I asked one of them for the Camden file, and she came into my office with a purse the size of the Grand Canyon and dumped it out on my floor? When she started crawling around down there going through the debris, I asked her what she was doing and she said that she didn’t know what name brand her nail file was, but she figured it would do the job.”
I can’t help it. I laugh until tears are rolling down my face. I can so easily imagine Lee’s expression when that happened. “That’s hilarious,” I manage to croak out as he shakes his head at me. When I get myself under control, I ask, “So I take it that she didn’t make it long after that?”
“Hell no,” he grunts. “As soon as she put all that shit back into her bag, I had HR inform her that her services were no longer needed. I was half afraid that she’d find that damn nail file and stab me with it, but according to Pete, who was close by, she actually hummed on her way out.”
“She was probably thrilled to get away from you,” I joke. Lee wasn’t an easy man to work for, especially if you couldn’t read his mind. Luckily, we connected from the beginning, and it had never really been a problem for me.
“I just want people to do what I pay them for,” he states, making no apologies. And why should he? Yes, he can be a bit abrupt, but he works just as hard, if not harder, than anyone there. Plus, the pay scale at Falco is far better than most businesses in North Carolina.
“I agree with you,” I say softly. Then as quickly as the moment of familiarity that only comes from working together is there, it’s gone, and I’m on edge once again. I want to know why he’s here, yet I’m terrified to ask. But this strange impasse that we’re at must end, and he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to do it. Therefore, it’s up to me. So, squaring my shoulders, I ask point-blank, “Why are you really here, Lee? You and I both know this is completely out of character for you.”
He smirks for a moment, then inclines his head to acknowledge the truth of my words. “I’d like you to come back to work. Seeing as you’re currently unemployed, it shouldn’t be a problem. You can start in the morning. Kara will be more than happy to turn everything back over to you.”
I gape at him in shock. “I—er… what?” I manage to get out. He’s completely unruffled, while my hands twist in my lap as I try to decide if he’s joking or not. Since when have you known him to joke? It’s time to make that run for the door.
He gets to his feet abruptly as if everything has been decided. “I’ll see you at the usual time tomorrow.” When I open my mouth to protest, he adds softly, “Don’t even think about not showing up. Because if you aren’t there, the first place I’ll look is Hunter Wrenn’s home, and I know you don’t want that.” My vision blurs as I stare at his retreating back. For the second time that day, the front door is slammed as another angry person leaves. “Oh, my God,” I whisper as I collapse in my chair. He knows. Dear God, he knows! The voice in my head is in full panic mode, but outwardly, I’ve fallen into some kind of weird trance-like state.
About Lee, the spicy romance
My name is Lee Jacks and I’ve lived a life that few could imagine. When you grow up as the son of a crack whore with little more than the clothes on your back most days being accepted by your peers is the last thing you expect. I was always an outcast which was fine by me. It’s what kept my brother and me alive. Survival is something that isn’t taught in public schools, but it damn well should be.
But I’m no longer a gutter rat to be kicked aside like yesterday’s trash. I’m a sought-after member of the Asheville, North Carolina elite and invited to parties given by the upper crust of society.
The one thing I never counted on was falling in love with my assistant Liza. In one of my few selfless acts, I refused to bring her into my corrupt world. When she quits her job, and walks away from me, I soon discover that I never really knew her at all. For she has secrets of her own and one of them could very well be the need to destroy me.
Graphic content warning: This romantic erotica novel contains depictions of violence, sexual abuse and child abuse.
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is the New York Times & USA Today best selling author of: Weekends Required, Not Planning on You, Fall For Me, Fighting For You, Betting on You, No Denying You, Always Loving You, Pierced and Fractured. Sydney is currently working on the next book in the Danvers’ Series as well as the Pierced Series.
When she isn’t writing romantic erotica or romance, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming and the beach.
She lives with her family in Greenville, South Carolina.
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