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face melted into a stern visage and then pointed at the front door. "Good. Now you go do those papers and look good while doing it." She turned away, but then stopped to add. "And make sure you lock the God damn door when you get back home." Then she sauntered off into the living room, leaving Julie all alone.
As she grabbed her coat off the coat hanger, Julie could only smile at her mother's antics. She could always make her feel better whenever she was feeling bad.
"I will."
Chapter Two
"Did you get those papers filed?" asked thirty-three year old Tristan Carver, his deep baritone rattling the depths of Julie's stomach. Propping his feet up on his polished desk next to his expensive laptop, Tristan sat back expectantly in his suede office chair and leveled his blue eyes that had specks of gold swirling in them, which Julie thought was an odd attribute, on her.
Unsettled by the older man's penetrating gaze, Julie nervously fidgeted with a piece of her red dress as she stood before Tristan's desk and glanced out of the wall-long glass mirror behind him. Nestled at the top of a hi-rise, corporate building, Tristan's office overlooked most of Lake City. And it was a spectacular view. The skyline, which was crowded with other hi-rise buildings, all but shimmered in the background.
Tristan quirked a golden eyebrow impatiently as he waited for a response, the light from his laptop screen bathing his face with an eerie glow and making him look more imposing. "Well?"
Cursing her rotten luck, Julie parted her lips to speak, but stopped as she searched for a suitable explanation as to why she had not met her deadline. She hadn't expected her boss to be there when she arrived. It was well past closing time and Tristan almost never stayed for more than an hour after work.
Figures he would be here when I call myself dressing up like an eight-o-cock prostitute , she grumbled.
"No," she admitted finally. "I'm sorry. I was severely backed up on work and just could not find the time. That's why I came into work late to catch up."
His eyes on her dress, Tristan rubbed the fresh stubble shading his jaw and shifted in his seat. The man looked like he was in need of sleep. His light, blonde hair, that was usually gelled and slicked back, was in wild disarray and he had heavy bags under his eyes. Still, Julie thought it added to his sexiness. With a cleft in his chin, a chiseled jaw, a large nose and full lips, Tristan could have been a model for one of those popular female magazines making big bucks rather than the head of an insurance company. And the bottom of his body, if the way his six-pack abs pressed through his dress shirts and his strong thighs and ass usually showed through his dress pants were any indication, was just as good.
Tristan's gold-specked eyes roamed over her curves. "You could not get the job done, so you decided to come into work dressed like you were going out for a night of clubbing?"
Julie felt her cheeks flush a tomato red. "I, um, dressed to go out and then remembered I had unfinished work to do here. I didn't think anyone would be here, so I did not bother with changing."
Let's just not the state the real reason of my cousin telling me I was too fat to get a man, she thought.
Tristan continued to look at her, his penetrating eyes making her want to run and jump through the window behind him. He drummed his fingers against his desk as he stared. Julie's eyes were drawn to them. They were quite large. Thick. Strong. She also noticed that they didn't have a ring on them. Funny, because she always thought he had been married.
"You know what gets me about you, Julie?" Tristan suddenly asked, his eyes tearing away from her body. Before Julie could open her mouth to ask what, he snarled, "You don't listen."
Oh no.
Panic gripped Julie. It sounded like Tristan was about to lay her off. Having just gotten out of college, and still in massive debt, Julie desperately needed her job.
"I'm sorry,
As she grabbed her coat off the coat hanger, Julie could only smile at her mother's antics. She could always make her feel better whenever she was feeling bad.
"I will."
Chapter Two
"Did you get those papers filed?" asked thirty-three year old Tristan Carver, his deep baritone rattling the depths of Julie's stomach. Propping his feet up on his polished desk next to his expensive laptop, Tristan sat back expectantly in his suede office chair and leveled his blue eyes that had specks of gold swirling in them, which Julie thought was an odd attribute, on her.
Unsettled by the older man's penetrating gaze, Julie nervously fidgeted with a piece of her red dress as she stood before Tristan's desk and glanced out of the wall-long glass mirror behind him. Nestled at the top of a hi-rise, corporate building, Tristan's office overlooked most of Lake City. And it was a spectacular view. The skyline, which was crowded with other hi-rise buildings, all but shimmered in the background.
Tristan quirked a golden eyebrow impatiently as he waited for a response, the light from his laptop screen bathing his face with an eerie glow and making him look more imposing. "Well?"
Cursing her rotten luck, Julie parted her lips to speak, but stopped as she searched for a suitable explanation as to why she had not met her deadline. She hadn't expected her boss to be there when she arrived. It was well past closing time and Tristan almost never stayed for more than an hour after work.
Figures he would be here when I call myself dressing up like an eight-o-cock prostitute , she grumbled.
"No," she admitted finally. "I'm sorry. I was severely backed up on work and just could not find the time. That's why I came into work late to catch up."
His eyes on her dress, Tristan rubbed the fresh stubble shading his jaw and shifted in his seat. The man looked like he was in need of sleep. His light, blonde hair, that was usually gelled and slicked back, was in wild disarray and he had heavy bags under his eyes. Still, Julie thought it added to his sexiness. With a cleft in his chin, a chiseled jaw, a large nose and full lips, Tristan could have been a model for one of those popular female magazines making big bucks rather than the head of an insurance company. And the bottom of his body, if the way his six-pack abs pressed through his dress shirts and his strong thighs and ass usually showed through his dress pants were any indication, was just as good.
Tristan's gold-specked eyes roamed over her curves. "You could not get the job done, so you decided to come into work dressed like you were going out for a night of clubbing?"
Julie felt her cheeks flush a tomato red. "I, um, dressed to go out and then remembered I had unfinished work to do here. I didn't think anyone would be here, so I did not bother with changing."
Let's just not the state the real reason of my cousin telling me I was too fat to get a man, she thought.
Tristan continued to look at her, his penetrating eyes making her want to run and jump through the window behind him. He drummed his fingers against his desk as he stared. Julie's eyes were drawn to them. They were quite large. Thick. Strong. She also noticed that they didn't have a ring on them. Funny, because she always thought he had been married.
"You know what gets me about you, Julie?" Tristan suddenly asked, his eyes tearing away from her body. Before Julie could open her mouth to ask what, he snarled, "You don't listen."
Oh no.
Panic gripped Julie. It sounded like Tristan was about to lay her off. Having just gotten out of college, and still in massive debt, Julie desperately needed her job.
"I'm sorry,
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