you?"
I laughed and slightly choked on my cereal. Being engaged and swept away to beautiful Coronado didn't cause Chelsea to skip a beat.
"Um, it's not like that, Chels. He is drop dead sexy, but he is much too old and he's screwing the receptionist."
I think I'm going to love your new job," she giggled. "How did you find that out?"
"William's executive assistant…" she held up her hand, and closed her eyes, shaking her head. I stopped briefly before continuing. "Mr. Rolston's executive assistant, Amanda filled me in. Sunny…" Chelsea's pleading eyes begged me to tell her who I was referring to, "the receptionist, is a nasty little thing and Amanda just filled me in on why she was so rude to me."
"Well, if you've been going into work every day looking the way you do now, I see why Sunny was so nasty. You look fuckin' hot, Cara."
I looked down at my ensemble, but didn't find anything overly spectacular about it. I was wearing a fitted black dress with a red lace cardigan and a pair of black heels. Maybe it was the hair? Even I had to admit that my hair added a more sophisticated look, so I guess that was what the fuss was all about.
"Well thanks, but I don't care what it is. I love my new job, I don't want William, and I just want to make a name for myself there."
"And you damn sure will." Chelsea loaded up her bags and lugged them towards the stairs. "Let's do dinner tonight."
"Sounds good to me. Text me." I shouted back. I drank the last of the milk from my bowl and, after dabbing my mouth with a napkin, reapplied my lip gloss and walked out the door.
<>
Sunny was on the phone when I walked through the door. She had the same shit stain scowl on her face even while listening to someone speak. I was beginning to think that she was just a miserable person. I bypassed her quickly and made my way to the elevators, where I had to scurry in order to make the car that was quickly filling up. I was the last person to enter the packed car, and as I tried to squeeze my way into a rather tight spot, I caught a glimpse of a pair of the most striking greenish- grey eyes that I had ever seen. I caught myself staring so I hurriedly turned and faced the closing doors.
My mind kept telling me to turn around, but thanks to my embarrassment, and the fact that we were packed into the elevator like sardines, I wasn't able to. As the elevator ascended, the passengers began filing out. I had to check in with William every morning before making my way up to HR for orientation. When we reached the fifth floor, I casually stepped out, but not before sneaking a glance at the pair of eyes that had damn near stopped me in my tracks. The man smiled seductively, causing me full on embarrassment. He knew I was looking at him and slightly pursed his lips to acknowledge the fact.
"Good morning, Cara." Amanda said cheerfully, but her smile quickly faded the closer I walked. "Are you okay? You look… flustered."
I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to compose myself. I really shouldn't lose my cool over a sly grin. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's the plan for today?" I wanted to focus on work. It was the only thing keeping my sanity in check.
"You are done with orientation. Mr. Rolston needs you today so I'm going to help you get your office set up and then he will do with you whatever he sees fit."
I knew she meant nothing by the statement, but with the impressive good looks that William was blessed with, one could easily infer all sorts of innuendo with words like those.
Amanda showed me to my office. It was nothing in comparison to that of my boss's, but it was my first official work space and the sight of it excited me like no other. On the heavy wooden door, a golden name placard was fixed to the outside reading: Cara Pinkston SMM.
I looked at the sign and ran my fingers over it, grinning like a loon. Amanda led me further into the office space and while
I laughed and slightly choked on my cereal. Being engaged and swept away to beautiful Coronado didn't cause Chelsea to skip a beat.
"Um, it's not like that, Chels. He is drop dead sexy, but he is much too old and he's screwing the receptionist."
I think I'm going to love your new job," she giggled. "How did you find that out?"
"William's executive assistant…" she held up her hand, and closed her eyes, shaking her head. I stopped briefly before continuing. "Mr. Rolston's executive assistant, Amanda filled me in. Sunny…" Chelsea's pleading eyes begged me to tell her who I was referring to, "the receptionist, is a nasty little thing and Amanda just filled me in on why she was so rude to me."
"Well, if you've been going into work every day looking the way you do now, I see why Sunny was so nasty. You look fuckin' hot, Cara."
I looked down at my ensemble, but didn't find anything overly spectacular about it. I was wearing a fitted black dress with a red lace cardigan and a pair of black heels. Maybe it was the hair? Even I had to admit that my hair added a more sophisticated look, so I guess that was what the fuss was all about.
"Well thanks, but I don't care what it is. I love my new job, I don't want William, and I just want to make a name for myself there."
"And you damn sure will." Chelsea loaded up her bags and lugged them towards the stairs. "Let's do dinner tonight."
"Sounds good to me. Text me." I shouted back. I drank the last of the milk from my bowl and, after dabbing my mouth with a napkin, reapplied my lip gloss and walked out the door.
<>
Sunny was on the phone when I walked through the door. She had the same shit stain scowl on her face even while listening to someone speak. I was beginning to think that she was just a miserable person. I bypassed her quickly and made my way to the elevators, where I had to scurry in order to make the car that was quickly filling up. I was the last person to enter the packed car, and as I tried to squeeze my way into a rather tight spot, I caught a glimpse of a pair of the most striking greenish- grey eyes that I had ever seen. I caught myself staring so I hurriedly turned and faced the closing doors.
My mind kept telling me to turn around, but thanks to my embarrassment, and the fact that we were packed into the elevator like sardines, I wasn't able to. As the elevator ascended, the passengers began filing out. I had to check in with William every morning before making my way up to HR for orientation. When we reached the fifth floor, I casually stepped out, but not before sneaking a glance at the pair of eyes that had damn near stopped me in my tracks. The man smiled seductively, causing me full on embarrassment. He knew I was looking at him and slightly pursed his lips to acknowledge the fact.
"Good morning, Cara." Amanda said cheerfully, but her smile quickly faded the closer I walked. "Are you okay? You look… flustered."
I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to compose myself. I really shouldn't lose my cool over a sly grin. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's the plan for today?" I wanted to focus on work. It was the only thing keeping my sanity in check.
"You are done with orientation. Mr. Rolston needs you today so I'm going to help you get your office set up and then he will do with you whatever he sees fit."
I knew she meant nothing by the statement, but with the impressive good looks that William was blessed with, one could easily infer all sorts of innuendo with words like those.
Amanda showed me to my office. It was nothing in comparison to that of my boss's, but it was my first official work space and the sight of it excited me like no other. On the heavy wooden door, a golden name placard was fixed to the outside reading: Cara Pinkston SMM.
I looked at the sign and ran my fingers over it, grinning like a loon. Amanda led me further into the office space and while
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