Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
She wrung her hands together. “I don’t know…I could get fired for this.”
“Ashley, you’re more likely to get fired if you fall asleep at your desk. Go.”
“Thirty minutes! Tops!”
I watched her rush into my office and shut the door. Turning back to face Mason’s door, I narrowed my eyes. Little did she know, I was about to lay into Mason for leaving me. I was still pissed he had the nerve to sneak off to screw some woman and leave me alone at the party. Then to text and demand where I was. Gah!
He didn’t need to know that Drake was the brother of one of my best friends from college. Grinning, I shook my head as I thought about seeing him again last night out of the blue. Talk about a small world.
My heart sank a little as I thought about how I’d secretly hoped Mason would show up at my apartment last night. I had even put on the new lingerie he’d admired on the off chance he’d come by to make sure I was okay. By midnight, I’d given up hope and had crawled into bed.
I gave Mason’s door a quick rap and waited.
Nothing.
Reaching for the handle, I opened the door and walked into his office. His chair was turned around to face the windows.
“I don’t care that you worked on it all fucking weekend. It’s still not right. I want it right.”
I felt a grin slowly move over my face. When I left Smith and Smith, I thought I’d miss being the boss, but hearing the frustration in Mason’s voice made me realize that taking a step back was good for me. My stress level had been dramatically reduced.
“Listen, if you can’t come up with a campaign for a goddamn protein bar, then maybe you don’t belong here at Maxwell and Locke.” There was a pause. “That’s more like it. I’ll expect it on my desk at ten sharp. If it’s not on my desk by then, pack up yours and get out.”
I covered my mouth to keep in a chuckle as I thought about the insane ad campaign the team had presented to Mason last week.
His chair turned, and Mason jumped up and let out a gasp. “Bloody hell, Saylor! You scared the piss out of me.”
My lower stomach tightened. Two words. That was all it took to make my libido jump through the roof.
Bloody hell.
Damn this man.
“Sorry, I knocked.”
Frowning, he looked past my shoulder. “Where’s Ashley?”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I had a bit of a project I needed her for regarding the Jameson campaign. She’s helping me out. Since it’s so early in the morning and you’ve had her here since five-something, I figured she might like a break.”
Mason’s mouth opened slightly—like he was about to rip into me for taking his secretary away.
Instead, he ran his hand through his hair. I didn’t want to let it make my knees weak, but it did.
“How’s the Jameson account coming?” he asked.
I glanced at my watch. It was seven-forty. “I’m not officially on the clock yet to talk business. I came in here this morning to tell you you’re a real asshole.”
Mason’s mouth was damn near on the ground.
“What did you just call me?”
I walked over to his desk, put one hand down on it, and leaned over. My hot tea was still in my other hand. I noticed how Mason’s eyes darted toward the hot beverage and then back to me.
“You invited me to a dinner party, left me to fend for myself, then went off with some whore to screw her while I was trying to make small talk with a bunch of strangers. So yeah, if the shoe fits, Mason.”
His eyes turned dark, and I knew he was pissed. “First off, you made it clear you had no interest in me when you shot down that kiss in your bedroom. Secondly, I invited you so you could meet new people, and from what I saw, you’d already found yourself a new friend.”
My blood was boiling. “You’re going to judge me for talking to a guy I already knew while you fucked some girl in your friend’s new house?”
His face turned red. “I didn’t…wait. You know Drake?”
I took a sip of my tea and sat down in the large leather chair in front of his desk. “If it’s any of your business, yes, I know Drake. One of my best friends from college is Drake’s sister. I was just asking him how she’s doing.”
Mason’s face turned white as a ghost. “Did you fuck him?”
I huffed. “Again, it’s none of your business.”
He sat and shot me a smug look. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“No, Mason. I didn’t…fuck him. I think some lines are beginning to get crossed here. Since when is the boss allowed to ask his employee about her private life?”