Chapter 271


    Fuck’s sake, Carrero.


    The name Emma swam in his mind’s eye and he found himself sounding it out, he liked it. Short and


    sort of soft, in a way. Easy to remember.


    Do you want to see me tonight? I really like being with you xxx T.


    “Yes, Mrs. Drake.” The voiceing back from the inte distracted him from replying momentarily;


    sultry and sort of cute, if he had to describe it and hepletely forgot what he was about to respond


    to T. He definitely had some sort of internal reaction to the sound of her and that wasn’t an entirely


    good thing. Frowning it away, he focused back on his phone and typed out a response, this one had


    already met the limit of interest, a week quicker than most and the thought of fucking her again did


    nothing for him all of a sudden.


    Look, sweetheart, it’s been fun. Let’s part as friends and just agree to see each other around. x J


    He knew cutting them loose before things got emotional was the best bet and this one had clingy


    written all over her. He didn’t do rtionships, and he certainly didn’t keep the same chick hanging on


    for weeks on end.


    “Ah, Emma, here you are.” Margo purred with a voiceced in adoration, this girl obviously had his


    second inmand wrapped around her little finger already, which was unusual for Margo. The


    woman didn’t sway easily. Pushing his phone back into his inner pocket and ignoring the buzz of a


    reply from T, he inclined his head a little in interest at whoever was obviously winning over his assistant


    and his body paused.


    ck, sexy-as-hell stilettos running up creamy, shapely legs to a tight and figure-hugging skirt, from


    knee to thigh had him almost dropping his mouth open. She wasn’t skinny in that gaunt, supermodel


    way, she wasn’t even that tall, but she had the kind of curves that were made for holding onto and


    definitely his kind of thing. She was pretty tiny as women went, but that only added to the whole effect.


    Moving further up past that well fitted and obviously expensive tailored jacket he caught his breath on


    the most astounding pair of tits he had ever seen. Not overly huge, just soft and inviting and barely


    concealed under the low-cut jacket and soft silk blouse. Not much on show, but enough to pique his


    interest. If he was being honest, then a hell of a lot more interest than he had managed to conjure for


    any girl in a heck of a long time and that was disturbing. If he had met her anywhere else but here, she


    wouldn’t still be dressed right now. A graceful creamy neck that looked seriously touchable and he


    could imagine holding her around it to push her against a wall and devouring that skin. His eyes swept


    finally to the face that was turned toward Margo, only a profile but a damned perfect one at that and


    Jake just couldn’t seem to think anymore for a moment.


    Fuck.


    “Jake, this is Emma Anderson. She’s your new assistant in training. Your new number two.” Margo


    smiled his way, and he realized he was staring; she hadn’t caught him yet and she sure as hell


    wouldn’t. He wasn’t some prepubescent teen with zero skills. Looking down at the floor he could


    already feel himself instinctively taking calming breaths, regainingposure quickly with all the skill of


    a seasoned Lothario.


    Okay, you’re just horny … Obviously! And she’s just not your usual type. New and exciting and you


    have been bored with the likes of women with forgettable names and no titstely.


    “Miss Anderson.” Jake got up slowly, tensing his neck from side to side, and extending his hand out


    toward her politely, trying like hell to not react as that face turned his way. She pretty much floored him


    with the biggest, softest, blue eyes he’d ever seen. An internal sort of gut-punching reaction he had


    never experienced in his life and had no idea what to do with. It momentarily stunned him.


    She had a soft pouting mouth that could do a lot of damage if put to use in the right way and delicate,


    almost childlike, features that somehow worked in a mature face. There was very precisely and


    expertly applied subtle makeup under a sleek updo of soft hair, yet you could still see the girl was


    pretty. God, he would go as far as saying this one was beautiful, and that was rareing from him.


    He had seen and bedded enough models over the years to stop being pulled in by symmetrical


    features and so-called perfection. She was beautiful in another way entirely, not in a fluffed and


    preened attractive but a real unapologetic, born to make men want her kind of way. Jake felt suddenly


    ufortable and let his eyes flicker back to that body, hoping to God he wasn’t showing just how


    much she was affecting him.


    Her hand felt soft and small in his when she took it to shake, a little too fragile when dwarfed in his and


    he suddenly got the impression he might hurt her. A tense moment of doubt and he loosened his grip


    instinctively. Little delicate hands, perfect pastel manicured nails, free from any jewelry. He found


    himself looking at her hand a little too intensely and let it go abruptly.


    What the fuck, Jake? Seriously? Hand fetish now?


    “Mr. Car—” That voice distracted him again, drawing attention to that mouth. She had a soft, sultry tone


    to her voice. Huskiness in the depths yet youthful and girlish.


    Fuck.


    “Jake! Please.” He cut in quickly, to try to get his focus back on track, his brain moving in smoothly from


    years of self-control and practice to save him from himself. “Margo informs me she’s happy with you so


    far and will be training you a little more extensively in time to step in fully when she retires. I guess that


    means we should get better acquainted on a first name basis.” Jake smiled involuntarily at the hint of


    knowing her better, his mind immediately dragging her to his desk and most definitely not being allowed


    to take it any further. He needed to get control of the raging hormones and ept that she was


    obviously fuckable. He wanted her, she was piquing some primal interest in him and as soon as he


    epted that and got over the fact he would never go there, they could move along.


    “I’m really grateful for the opportunity.” She drew him back in with that voice, and he couldn’t help but


    notice she wasn’t reacting to him the way women normally did. He had been too caught up in what she


    was doing to him to notice and, now he did, it irked him.


    What the hell was wrong with him? Why wasn’t she flirting


    and pouting, it was obvious that there was chemistry. He could feel it in the air.


    He realized that maybe all that chemistry was possibly one-sided, and irritation hit him hard in the gut.


    He couldn’t even remember thest time he had met such indifference in someone so appealing;


    maybe Le when she was like seven, but not any women he’d met since his teen hormones


    evaporated and he’d filled out and learned to use what God gave him. He needed to get his crap


    together and just stop whatever this was; he needed a moment to breathe because those baby blue


    eyes staring into his soul right now were distracting the shit out of him in all kinds of ways.


    “Would you like a drink, Emma? You look a little flushed.” That tiny pink spot high on each cheek after


    he had shaken her hand seemed to be more from being ufortable about him touching her than


    any sexual yearnings, and he was feeling really pissed about it. He had no idea why he was being such


    an asshole about this. Acting like a spoiled, prissy, brat because a girl didn’t fall for his charms. Maybe


    because this waspletely fucking new to him.


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    “Thank you.” She smiled a little, a hint of one and he paused for a moment. It wasn’t full on, but it


    suggested that she probably had a pretty smile too, the way her cheeks puffed a little and her eyes


    softened just slightly from doe-eyed to a little more carefree. It did all kinds of weird crap to his insides,


    and he had no idea what was going on with him today. He was never drinking that lethalbo of crap


    he hadst night again.


    Fuck, he wanted to see her smile properly.


    Jake caught sight of Arrick watching him from the corner of his eye, an obvious smirk and that


    annoying goddamn phone app game he loved to y, ring away in the corner. He wanted to throw


    something at his head for the way he was looking highly amused at his expense. No one knew Jake


    like he did, and he could obviously tell something was off.


    Lap it up, princess, it’s not often I get knocked off my game and you’re never going to get a


    repeat.