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We went to school together. He used to work for a hedge fund, but he couldn’t stand the pressure so he came here instead.”
Audrey looked skeptically from my face to Seb’s.
“That was a joke,” Seb cut in. He’d finally turned to face Audrey with an incredulous look on his face. “And who are you, the little match girl?”
Audrey blinked. “Um, no,” she said softly. “My name is Audrey, Audrey Turner.” I winced. The sound of her hideous Wisconsin accent was coming out again. “I work for Damien. I’m, uh, his secretary.”
Seb chuckled. “Well, technically you’re an administrative assistant now,” he said slyly. “Wouldn’t want you to offend HR without knowing it.”
Audrey’s blue eyes went wide. “I’m sorry,” she said. Her jaw hung open. “Damien, do you want me to go?”
“Stay,” I said, waving my hand dismissively in the air. “Chat. This is about the time you take a break in the mornings, right?”
Audrey glared at me. It was clear that she’d rather be anywhere but in my office currently. Well, too bad, I thought with a smirk. You’re my secretary, and you’re here. Tough shit .
“So, Audrey,” Seb purred. He stepped closer and I felt a jolt of something unpleasant in my stomach. “Have you worked here long?”
Audrey glanced nervously from Seb to me. “Um, not long,” she said. I noticed she was taking extra pains to correct her accent. “A couple of weeks. I think this is my third or fourth week.”
“Ah,” Seb said devilishly. He clapped his hands together then. “So, you’re right on time!” He stared at Audrey’s body through her lumpy outfit. “And you know what happens to Damien’s rejects, right?”
“Enough,” I said as I stood up. I couldn’t explain what happened to me just then—normally, I loved to watch Seb in action. Especially when he went to great pains to make my secretaries uncomfortable. “Audrey, you can go,” I said curtly, pointing towards the door.
Audrey scurried away, closing the door behind her. Seb shot me a look. “What the fuck was that about? You normally don’t give a fuck when I move in on your girls. What’s the matter, not happened yet?”
I rolled my eyes. “Not even close,” I muttered. “So drop it.”
Seb narrowed his eyes. “You seem out of sorts, my man,” he said as he leaned over my desk. “Need a trip to The Pink Diamond?”
I snorted. “I don’t think a trip to the strip joint would cheer me up,” I replied. “Sorry.”
I walked Seb back down to the main floor of the office. I didn’t normally leave the executive floor, but this shit with Audrey was bothering me so goddamn much. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was really upsetting me.
“Hey, Damien,” Karen said flirtatiously. She was standing in the lobby with some of her friends. They all looked magnificent—like show dogs—all in perfectly tailored suits with pencil skirts hugging their heart-shaped asses. Karen looked especially radiant. Her long blonde hair was pale and she was tan, even though it was approaching on February.
“Later, Karen,” I told her firmly. It was too late; she’d walked over to me and tried to put her arm around my neck.
“Why are you being so cold?” Karen’s voice sounded wounded. “You know that little girl won’t have anything to do with you. I mean, god, why would you even want that?”
“Fuck off,” I spat, pushing Karen’s arm away.
Her eyes narrowed. “If you keep this up, I’ll tell HR everything,” she hissed in a loud whisper. “You don’t even know , Damien!”
I leaned in. Little bitch thought she could beat me at my own game? Good fucking luck. “If you try that, I’ll go to HR and tell them that you’ve been sleeping with your boss,” I growled at Karen. “And I still have a pair of your panties floating around somewhere. Don’t think that I won’t dredge them up
Audrey looked skeptically from my face to Seb’s.
“That was a joke,” Seb cut in. He’d finally turned to face Audrey with an incredulous look on his face. “And who are you, the little match girl?”
Audrey blinked. “Um, no,” she said softly. “My name is Audrey, Audrey Turner.” I winced. The sound of her hideous Wisconsin accent was coming out again. “I work for Damien. I’m, uh, his secretary.”
Seb chuckled. “Well, technically you’re an administrative assistant now,” he said slyly. “Wouldn’t want you to offend HR without knowing it.”
Audrey’s blue eyes went wide. “I’m sorry,” she said. Her jaw hung open. “Damien, do you want me to go?”
“Stay,” I said, waving my hand dismissively in the air. “Chat. This is about the time you take a break in the mornings, right?”
Audrey glared at me. It was clear that she’d rather be anywhere but in my office currently. Well, too bad, I thought with a smirk. You’re my secretary, and you’re here. Tough shit .
“So, Audrey,” Seb purred. He stepped closer and I felt a jolt of something unpleasant in my stomach. “Have you worked here long?”
Audrey glanced nervously from Seb to me. “Um, not long,” she said. I noticed she was taking extra pains to correct her accent. “A couple of weeks. I think this is my third or fourth week.”
“Ah,” Seb said devilishly. He clapped his hands together then. “So, you’re right on time!” He stared at Audrey’s body through her lumpy outfit. “And you know what happens to Damien’s rejects, right?”
“Enough,” I said as I stood up. I couldn’t explain what happened to me just then—normally, I loved to watch Seb in action. Especially when he went to great pains to make my secretaries uncomfortable. “Audrey, you can go,” I said curtly, pointing towards the door.
Audrey scurried away, closing the door behind her. Seb shot me a look. “What the fuck was that about? You normally don’t give a fuck when I move in on your girls. What’s the matter, not happened yet?”
I rolled my eyes. “Not even close,” I muttered. “So drop it.”
Seb narrowed his eyes. “You seem out of sorts, my man,” he said as he leaned over my desk. “Need a trip to The Pink Diamond?”
I snorted. “I don’t think a trip to the strip joint would cheer me up,” I replied. “Sorry.”
I walked Seb back down to the main floor of the office. I didn’t normally leave the executive floor, but this shit with Audrey was bothering me so goddamn much. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was really upsetting me.
“Hey, Damien,” Karen said flirtatiously. She was standing in the lobby with some of her friends. They all looked magnificent—like show dogs—all in perfectly tailored suits with pencil skirts hugging their heart-shaped asses. Karen looked especially radiant. Her long blonde hair was pale and she was tan, even though it was approaching on February.
“Later, Karen,” I told her firmly. It was too late; she’d walked over to me and tried to put her arm around my neck.
“Why are you being so cold?” Karen’s voice sounded wounded. “You know that little girl won’t have anything to do with you. I mean, god, why would you even want that?”
“Fuck off,” I spat, pushing Karen’s arm away.
Her eyes narrowed. “If you keep this up, I’ll tell HR everything,” she hissed in a loud whisper. “You don’t even know , Damien!”
I leaned in. Little bitch thought she could beat me at my own game? Good fucking luck. “If you try that, I’ll go to HR and tell them that you’ve been sleeping with your boss,” I growled at Karen. “And I still have a pair of your panties floating around somewhere. Don’t think that I won’t dredge them up
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