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boss," she said quickly. "I'll do my best to listen from here on out and I promise to meet my deadlines-"
Tristan held up a large finger. "Don't give me bullshit excuses, Miss Love," he growled. "Just handle it."
Julie nodded. "Yes sir."
Tristan nodded, his eyes falling to her cleavage. "That's all."
Asshole.
Holding in the surge of anger, Julie turned and left his office. It was dark in the cubicle room she worked and it took a little maneuvering to find her desk. When she found it, she quickly flipped on her computer and waited for it to boot up before she started seeing to her work.
She was about halfway through her paperwork when she heard Tristan call her from his office.
Oh God, she thought . What is it this time?
Julie almost broke her neck in her haste to see what he wanted.
"You called me?" she asked breathlessly from the office doorway. Tristan was standing behind his chair, looking out the glass into the moon-filled sky, a distant look in his eyes. Having a nice view of his backside, Julie had to grudgingly admit that Tristan had a sexy ass.
Her cousin's words came back to haunt her in that moment. You're too fat to have a good-looking guy.
Tristan turned and looked at her. His eyes seemed more focused now. "I'm going out to get something to eat. Do you want anything?"
Julie settled back on her feet, unsure. The guy had just been an asshole to her, now he was offering to go get her dinner?
Not only that , she thought. Isn't getting your employee dinner considered out of line?
Tristan was forever making people do black flips for him and treating his workers like slaves. It hardly made any sense that he would suddenly be offering to get Julie dinner.
"Getting me food seems awkward," said Julie. "I will go get it for you instead," she offered.
And hopefully you will forget about my poor work ethic , she thought.
Tristan waved a dismissive hand. "Nah," he declined. "I'll pass. I have to have my meat prepared a certain way. I wouldn't want you to mess up my order."
Anger gripped Julie's large breasts. Tristan was really making her feel like she was incompetent and useless.
Tristan grabbed his blazer off the back of his chair. For some reason, Julie's eyes were drawn to his crotch area. The light of the office was dim, so she couldn't be sure, but it looked like Tristan had a bulge...a large one. "Again, do you want anything?" His deep voice cut through her wandering consciousness. "I won't ask you again."
Julie ripped her eyes away from Tristan's crotch, embarrassed. "No, I just ate before coming up here," she lied. Her stomach growled then as if to scream 'liar' .
I hope he didn't hear that.
Tristan shouldered on his coat, appearing to not hear her tattle-tell tummy. "Okay, then. I'll be back in about a half-hour. Think you'll have the work done by then?"
Julie nodded quickly. "I should."
At least I hope so.
"Good." He walked past her, his spicy cologne settling on her nose in his wake. "Be back shortly."
Julie let out a breath when he was gone, savoring his scent. The smell was really woodsy, masculine. She found that she liked it a lot. It would have turned her on if not for her being completely humiliated.
He's so handsome and hot, she thought. Too bad he's such a douche. You could give me twenty guys like him that wanted me and I would not stand a day being with them.
She turned to leave Tristan's office but stopped when something caught her eye. Half-closed, it was the blue glow of his laptop screen. Remembering the bulge she had thought she saw, Julie became overcome with curiosity.
What had Tristan been looking at before she walked in his office?
Probably n othing , she thought to herself. It's none of my business anyway.
Then why was she rooted to the floor, staring at his computer? Because she was dying to know what he had been looking at, that's why. She glanced out of the office into the darkened cubicle room. No sound.
Tristan was probably down in the parking garage
Tristan held up a large finger. "Don't give me bullshit excuses, Miss Love," he growled. "Just handle it."
Julie nodded. "Yes sir."
Tristan nodded, his eyes falling to her cleavage. "That's all."
Asshole.
Holding in the surge of anger, Julie turned and left his office. It was dark in the cubicle room she worked and it took a little maneuvering to find her desk. When she found it, she quickly flipped on her computer and waited for it to boot up before she started seeing to her work.
She was about halfway through her paperwork when she heard Tristan call her from his office.
Oh God, she thought . What is it this time?
Julie almost broke her neck in her haste to see what he wanted.
"You called me?" she asked breathlessly from the office doorway. Tristan was standing behind his chair, looking out the glass into the moon-filled sky, a distant look in his eyes. Having a nice view of his backside, Julie had to grudgingly admit that Tristan had a sexy ass.
Her cousin's words came back to haunt her in that moment. You're too fat to have a good-looking guy.
Tristan turned and looked at her. His eyes seemed more focused now. "I'm going out to get something to eat. Do you want anything?"
Julie settled back on her feet, unsure. The guy had just been an asshole to her, now he was offering to go get her dinner?
Not only that , she thought. Isn't getting your employee dinner considered out of line?
Tristan was forever making people do black flips for him and treating his workers like slaves. It hardly made any sense that he would suddenly be offering to get Julie dinner.
"Getting me food seems awkward," said Julie. "I will go get it for you instead," she offered.
And hopefully you will forget about my poor work ethic , she thought.
Tristan waved a dismissive hand. "Nah," he declined. "I'll pass. I have to have my meat prepared a certain way. I wouldn't want you to mess up my order."
Anger gripped Julie's large breasts. Tristan was really making her feel like she was incompetent and useless.
Tristan grabbed his blazer off the back of his chair. For some reason, Julie's eyes were drawn to his crotch area. The light of the office was dim, so she couldn't be sure, but it looked like Tristan had a bulge...a large one. "Again, do you want anything?" His deep voice cut through her wandering consciousness. "I won't ask you again."
Julie ripped her eyes away from Tristan's crotch, embarrassed. "No, I just ate before coming up here," she lied. Her stomach growled then as if to scream 'liar' .
I hope he didn't hear that.
Tristan shouldered on his coat, appearing to not hear her tattle-tell tummy. "Okay, then. I'll be back in about a half-hour. Think you'll have the work done by then?"
Julie nodded quickly. "I should."
At least I hope so.
"Good." He walked past her, his spicy cologne settling on her nose in his wake. "Be back shortly."
Julie let out a breath when he was gone, savoring his scent. The smell was really woodsy, masculine. She found that she liked it a lot. It would have turned her on if not for her being completely humiliated.
He's so handsome and hot, she thought. Too bad he's such a douche. You could give me twenty guys like him that wanted me and I would not stand a day being with them.
She turned to leave Tristan's office but stopped when something caught her eye. Half-closed, it was the blue glow of his laptop screen. Remembering the bulge she had thought she saw, Julie became overcome with curiosity.
What had Tristan been looking at before she walked in his office?
Probably n othing , she thought to herself. It's none of my business anyway.
Then why was she rooted to the floor, staring at his computer? Because she was dying to know what he had been looking at, that's why. She glanced out of the office into the darkened cubicle room. No sound.
Tristan was probably down in the parking garage
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