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by Alexa Blue


  “Are you in a relationship, Lana?”

  Her brows furrow at my question, and I can see it takes every ounce of self-restraint not to tell me off. "I'm single… boss."

  Thank God. I let out a sigh of relief, glad I won’t have to fight anyone off to make her mine. “Good. I don’t like my secretaries bringing relationship problems to work.”

  As I pull down on her skirt, I speak again. “What’s your surname, Lana?”

  Tatiana sent me her resume, but I never bothered going through it. Had I known she’d have me feeling this way, I would have studied that document thoroughly. I want to know everything there is to know about this woman.

  My hands tingle with the desire to explore her young body, but not now. First, I need to get the formalities out the way.

  “Miller. Lana Miller,” she says in a soft voice.

  Her rounded eyes watch me, anxiously waiting for my next move. I walk back to my desk. “From now on, you will introduce yourself as Lana Kennedy.” I want her to familiarize herself with the surname that will soon become her own.

  Lana chews nervously on her piece of gum, and all it’s doing is bringing my attention to her full lips.

  “Will that be all?” she asks in a shaky voice.

  “No. There’s one more thing.”

  “Aha?”

  “From tomorrow, I don’t want you walking up stairs. Any flight of stairs. You are to use the elevator at all times." I don't want any of the pricks in this office looking up the skirt of the woman that belongs to me. One person I definitely do not trust near her is Jackson.

  “One more thing, Mrs. Kennedy. I don’t want you wearing panties from tomorrow.”

  I know this is not very professional of me. I have given up everything to work my ass off and make my company great. But with Lana, she makes me feel things I never thought were possible. With her near me, I don't give a flying fuck about being professional. All I know is that I’d be willing to give up everything I have worked for if it means getting to spend a night with her by my side. Fuck, I’d rub my hands up against every inch of her beautiful body. I would show her just how sexy she is; I would make her mine.

  “The rules are simple. Be on time, no panties, and follow my every order.” My voice is firm. These three rules are not up for negotiation.

  She takes in a deep breath. “As you wish, Mr. Kennedy.”

  My door opens, and Jackson almost falls on his face as he darts into my office. Seeing his face again has my blood boiling, and my heartrate spiking. I make a mental note to start locking my door. I would kill a man that walks in on me pressing Lana to my desk, grabbing her hair by the handful, and taking her from behind. I would kill any man that sees my queen naked.

  “Jackson, what is it?” I growl.

  Jackson's eyes dart from me to Lana and back on me. "You asked for an amended proposal…sir," he mutters.

  “Get the hell out, and don’t ever walk into my office again without knocking.”

  Lana speaks again. “Will that be all?”

  I shift my attention back to her. "Yes. I'll see you tomorrow at eight."

  I sit back and watch with greed in my eyes as she slowly walks out of my office. God, all it took was one look at her, and I'm completely obsessed.

  Jackson turns his head to catch sight of her, and I let out a warning growl.

  If I didn’t have this raging boner under my desk, I would reach over and knock Jackson’s fucking lights out for interrupting my time with Lana.

  What the fuck is happening with me? No girl has ever had this hold over me.

  Jackson’s hovering over my desk with an urgent proposal to secure a massive client tomorrow, and I still have a shit load of emails to respond to, yet all I can think about is bringing my hand to my nose, to get one more whiff of her flesh when I rubbed up against her.

  Get your shit together, Declan.

  This is going to be the toughest three months of my life.

  Chapter Three

  Lana

  If I had things my way, I’d tell Declan to take his demands and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine. But images of my promotion to COO keep playing over in my mind.

  Just ninety more days to go.

  If there’s one thing I know about Tatiana, it’s that she’s true to her word. If she says she won’t give me a promotion unless I’ve survived this test, she means it. She’s about the only person I know that’s more stubborn than me.

  Declan has an entirely different management style, something I haven't seen before. He runs his office with an iron fist, and I can see the fear in the eyes of his employees whenever he walks past. He is cold and unapologetic. Certainly not the type of man I’d ever find myself attracted to. Yet, there’s something about him that has my insides fluttering with excitement.

  Seeing how he loses his temper with Jackson makes me wonder if Tatiana might have a point. Is that what I look like when I lose my cool and begin screaming at clients that insist on making life hard?

  At least there’s one thing going for me in this town. The apartment Tatiana arranged for me is nothing short of stunning. It’s like she’s put me up in a five-star hotel room—certainly much better than what I’m used to. Thankfully, it’s also only a few blocks away from work. In a tiny-ass town like Eastwood, it’s the small things like living within walking distance from work that really counts.

  I receive an incoming call from a number I don’t know. I lift my iPhone to my ear, wondering if it’s Tatiana phoning to tell me she made a huge mistake and that I should come back home. “Lana speaking, hello?”

  “Good morning, buddy. How are you?”

  I recognize Britney’s loud, friendly voice from a mile away. I didn’t think she’d actually use my number after giving it to her yesterday.

  “Hey. I’m well, thanks. I’m just getting ready for work.”

  “Yes, that’s why I’m phoning. Do you need me to give you a ride to work today?” God, I swear I have never heard anyone sound so happy when going out of her way to help me out.

  “You’re too kind. No, thankfully, I can walk to work. Anyway, I really have to go. Can’t be late for my first day and all. Bye, Britney.” I hang up the phone before giving her another chance to ask any more questions.

  It’s not that I don’t want to be friends with her, but after losing my best friend, Aimee, in a car accident five years ago, I haven’t made any close friends. I’ve put all my energy into work. At least that keeps me busy and takes my mind off the loneliness I’m sure is lurking in the background. Sometimes I fuck up at work, and I know Tatiana gets disappointed. But that feeling cannot compare to the hurt I felt after losing a best friend.

  I smooth out my black coat with my fingers and step out of my apartment. The first thing that hits me is the freshness in the air. It's so crisp and clean, very different from the smells of sewers and smoke that I’m used to. With my laptop bag clutched under my arm, I walk onto the pavement, only to find a long black stretch limousine outside my apartment.

  The driver opens his door and runs up to me. “Ms. Lana?”

  “Yes?”

  “The name is Jude. I will be your driver during your time in Eastwood. Mr. Kennedy has insisted that you are not to walk in the streets." He holds the door open for me, and reluctantly, I step inside. I’m used to riding the subway to work and have never seen the inside of a limousine. I did not expect my first time to be in this tiny town. My mom would be so proud of me if she had to see me now.

  Coming from a poor family, luxury limousines were the last things on our minds. We had enough trouble getting my dad's battered Ford to start up each morning to take him to the factory he worked in. He refused to let my mother work, and while I know he’s old-school like that, it did not do our poverty situation any favors. My mom could have found a job, and that would have at least helped make our living situation more manageable.

  I have since vowed never to let my ability to work be taken away by any man. I will work my ass
off if necessary, but I will never go to bed wondering if there's enough food for the following day.

  We take the short drive to the office building, and Declan is all I think about.

  When I landed in Eastwood, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I certainly never thought my new boss would be running his hands up my thighs. I still have the image of his large hands, engraved with thick veins, in my head. I’m not sure what it is about him, but he has this powerful hold over me—a hold that’s hard to say no to.

  I walked into his office determined to show him who was boss, but the man had me under his control within minutes of being in his presence. I hate admitting this, but he could have asked me to do anything, and at that moment, I would probably have caved in to his demands.

  When I left his office, I went with thoughts of what would have happened had he inched just a little higher up my thighs. What would have happened if Jackson did not interrupt us? Thank God he didn't notice the wetness between my legs. If he did, I suspect he may have finished off what he started. I couldn't take my eyes off the large, hard cock that shaped against his pants either. His prick looks massive underneath the expensive fabric of his pants, and I can only imagine what it looks like in the flesh.

  I still have no idea what’s expected of me in this company, other than to ‘follow Declan’s orders.’

  "We're here," Jude tells me and hands me a card. "That's my number. Phone me, and I'll take you everywhere you want to go. I'll be available to all times."

  I thank Jude and walk out the limo with an extra bounce in my step. It isn't until I reach the front of the building that I almost fall backward.

  I walk straight into Declan, who stands at the entrance with his arms folded. My boobs just bounce off his solid frame.

  God, he’s like a giant, a big bulky giant towering over me.

  I look up at and mutter a soft “Hi.”

  He looks down at me. His face is hard and stern, as if he's pissed about something. "You're late."

  Glancing down at my wristwatch, I check the time.

  08:02

  Chapter Four

  Declan

  “You’re late.” My face is hard and stern. I want her to see I mean what I say, that when I make a rule, I expect it to be followed.

  If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn't care as much, and I know it’s only 08:02, but that’s two more minutes I had to wait to see her face again. That’s two minutes less of hearing her sweet voice and brushing up against her sexy body.

  “I’m sorry,” she says apologetically. Her fluttering eyebrows soften me up instantly. When someone looks as sweet and innocent as Lana, there’s no way I could not accept her apology.

  “Follow me,” I tell her and grab hold of her hand. She runs up behind me as I lead her into the elevator and take her back to my office.

  I walk her to my office, not because she doesn’t know the way, but because I want to make sure no one else’s greedy eyes are on her as she makes her way to her desk.

  The mere thought of another man laying his eyes on her has me thinking murderous thoughts.

  She finds a seat on the opposite end of my desk, right in front of me, right where she belongs.

  “I see you’ve met Jude,” I begin.

  She nods her head in agreement.

  “He’s your personal driver. I don’t want you walking on the streets for any reason. I cannot risk you not being safe while you’re in Eastwood. Jude is your dedicated driver and will take you everywhere you ask.”

  Jude is, perhaps, the only man I trust. He has been with me since I first started MNP Engineering, and now I pay him a hefty sum to drive Lana around during her stay. I need to ensure her safety both in the office and out.

  She clears her throat and twirls her fingers through shiny auburn hair. "Yeah, I met him this morning. Very friendly guy. Thanks. It might help get around in a small town like Eastwood."

  Two white guys and a Spanish lady enters my office after lunch. She's the most important person here today since we need to convince her to finance our latest project. Lana and I have spent the entire morning shooting seductive glances at each other, and I’ve had to deal with a throbbing cock under my desk all morning. I don’t think I can hold out any longer. Once this meeting is over, I need to run my hands down her rounded belly and over her thick thighs. I need to feel those full lips panting desperately into my mouth as I kiss her.

  For a moment, as I gaze desperately into Lana's eyes, I almost forget we have company here to discuss our latest building proposal. We have plans to build a thirty-story hotel in Eastwood. Once completed, it will be the only skyscraper in Eastwood and the start of putting this town on the map.

  Everyone has a seat around the boardroom table in my office, and I introduce them to Lana. “Everyone, this is Lana, my new receptionist. She’ll be taking the minutes for this meeting.”

  "Hi," Lana says with an extended hand. "Right, so I'm going to need everyone's full name, please," she says, starting with the Spanish woman.

  “Teresa Garcia Ramirez de Arroyo,” the woman says.

  Lana scratches on the side of her head. “Um… okay, and you spell it the way it sounds?” she asks uncomfortably.

  “Yes.” Teresa smiles.

  Lana straightens up her shoulders and sits forward. “Why don’t we just stick to first names, shall we?”

  For a moment, it looks as if Lana is about to take over the meeting from me. I can tell she has a passion for such meetings. Getting to make big business decisions, and wowing a client with her surprising knowing of architecture. I wonder if she crammed all that information last night to impress me.

  Perhaps in the next few weeks, I can get her to run these meetings by herself.

  The meeting is a huge success, and I lead Teresa, Bob, and Michael out before heading back to my desk.

  She’s chewing on gum again. I like the fact that her mouth is always so busy. I’m going to need those full lips in top shape once she wraps them around my cock.

  Lana clears her throat. “Ahem.”

  I look up at her expectantly.

  “There are two things I think we still need to discuss.”

  Yeah, like how I’m moments away from bending you over and making you scream my name until everyone in this office knows you’re mine.

  I rest on my knuckles and lean in closer. “A few things? Such as?”

  “Firstly, we didn’t discuss what I’m here to do? Like what’s my job for the next three months? I really hope I’m not here to take minutes of all your meetings?”

  I take in a few sharp breaths of air, not because I’ve already answered this question, but because with her beautiful tits on display, it’s becoming harder and harder for me to hold my composure. “We discussed that yesterday. I told you that you are to obey my every order.” I pause and make a mental note to make sure she obeyed my no-panty rule today. “What’s the second thing you’d like to discuss?”

  She twirls a few strands of her curly dark red hair through her fingers, anticipating her next question. “How much am I getting paid for my… um, services?” Her cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink as the words escape her.

  God, I swear my cock is rock-hard again. I cannot get enough of the sexy goddess seated in front of me. My dick craves the warm feeling of her flesh when I enter her, especially after hearing the seductive undertone in her voice when she says services.

  “How much do you want?”

  A grin creeps up the top corners of her lips. She takes a few moments to contemplate my question. “$50,000? Okay, yes, I want $50,000 a month,” she adds with an innocent chuckle.

  “Done.”

  Her eyes widen with disbelief. This is probably more money than she’s ever been offered.

  Her jaw practically drops to the ground. “Wh…what?”

  She could ask me for any amount, and I would gladly pay her that and more. Now that I know she's going to be the future Mrs. Kennedy, my wife deserves the world. Everything I hav
e worked my ass off to accomplish will now be ours.

  I was bullied for most of my childhood, and since then, I vowed to work my ass off and never allow anyone to step on my toes again. In that spirit, I built this company up from scratch, and today it's one of the ten largest engineering firms in the country. Not bad for a kid that got smacked around for most of high school. But if it means seeing the smile on Lana's beautiful face every day, I would give all this up in a heartbeat.

  “Is that not enough, Lana?” I ask, a deep growl in my voice.

  “No. That is… that is more than I ever dreamed of earning.”

  I stand and walk toward my office door. I shut it and turn the lock. Right now, we’re going to need all the privacy we can get. Perhaps I should even get them to soundproof my office.

  She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are large and filled with concern. It’s as if she knows she’s the sexy prey that’s moments away from being pounced on by this predator that’s now her boss.

  I walk toward her, and my world comes to a complete standstill. It's as if nothing else matters other than the woman breathing heavily in front of me. Her glance lowers down to the outline of my cock pressing against my pants. I grin when her jaw drops at the sight, and I love how she continues holding her gaze. By the way her pert nipples press against her little black dress, I can tell she’s just as excited.

 

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