gorgeous thing to have ever pulled on a pair of white cotton boxer shorts!
Kara sat at her desk to go through her mail.
The knock on her door made her jump .
‘Come in.’
The door opened and Luke Granger stood in the gap with a huge smug grin plastered over his pasty face.
Something wasn’t right.
‘Come in and shut the door, Luke.’ Contrary to popular opinion amongst her staff, she didn’t get any pleasure out of dismissing people, but in this business every cog in the machine had to be well oiled and working at top efficiency and Luke Granger wasn’t. She simply couldn’t afford to carry him anymore. He was a slacker and a liar and he upset the dynamics of her team.
She stood up.
‘You look a little tired, Kara.’ He walked right up to her. Kara backed away, putting her desk between them again. There was something different about the snivelling little shit this morning and she didn’t like it.
‘Why don’t you sit down and take the weight off your feet?’ he suggested.
‘I don’t need health advice from the man who’s taken sixteen weeks off sick this year,’ she shot back.
‘We had an appointment on Friday. Where the fuck were you?’ He shouted at her.
‘I cancelled it, Luke. Didn’t you get my message?’ Kara didn’t like this.
‘No , I bloody didn’t. I wasted good fucking drinking time waiting for you. I call that shit management. You should sack yourself.’ He giggled but the sound held more menace than humour.
‘ Luke, there’s no need to be rude. We both know that this day is long overdue and I’m truly sorry that it had to come to this (she was lying) but I’m going to have to ask you to clear your desk and leave A.I.R Financial with immediate effect.’ She was the only woman in an office full of arrogant, headstrong men. She couldn’t afford to give an inch. She had to keep them in their place. She had to keep cracking the whip – if she didn’t she’d have Jack Finnegan on her back asking if the job was too much for a girl. Sometimes she felt it was but it seemed the whole damn country was looking up to her as their role model these days and she didn’t want to let anyone down – least of all her parents who were so proud of her achievements.
He opened his mouth as if to speak but then seemed to think better of it and turned and left without another word.
‘Shitless wanker,’ she whispered and checked her watch. She had a half hour before the meeting but she wanted to get up to the conference room and prepare everything beforehand.
She collected her papers and walked along the corridor, wondering if her decision to keep William’s ring in place had been a wise one as every time it rubbed against the inside of her thigh it sent a delicious tingle straight to the centre of her groin. It was distracting and definitely not conducive to work. But she was loathe to take it out.
Monday morning meetings were a time for Kara to motivate her men for the week ahead and much as she was enjoying the sensation of its gentle tugs between her legs she had to function on a high level amongst a room full of posturing testosterone. The constant reminder of its presence was making that difficult but it was too late to take it out now.
‘Morning Miss Kavanagh.’ She acknowledged each call with a smile and a brief nod of the head as she tracked a path towards the conference room. She was a popular boss – or maybe the staff were just relieved to have her cracking the whip instead of Jack Finnegan. Jack could be fierce and a little unconventional in his approach. He tended to rub people up the wrong way.
When Kara opened the conference room door she found Tom Halfpenny and Luke Granger sitting with their feet on the table drinking whisky.
‘What are you still doing here?’ She addressed Granger but he only smiled at her and made no effort to move – nor did Tom Halfpenny who wasn’t normally renowned for sticking his head above the parapet. Kara began to panic. She
Kara sat at her desk to go through her mail.
The knock on her door made her jump .
‘Come in.’
The door opened and Luke Granger stood in the gap with a huge smug grin plastered over his pasty face.
Something wasn’t right.
‘Come in and shut the door, Luke.’ Contrary to popular opinion amongst her staff, she didn’t get any pleasure out of dismissing people, but in this business every cog in the machine had to be well oiled and working at top efficiency and Luke Granger wasn’t. She simply couldn’t afford to carry him anymore. He was a slacker and a liar and he upset the dynamics of her team.
She stood up.
‘You look a little tired, Kara.’ He walked right up to her. Kara backed away, putting her desk between them again. There was something different about the snivelling little shit this morning and she didn’t like it.
‘Why don’t you sit down and take the weight off your feet?’ he suggested.
‘I don’t need health advice from the man who’s taken sixteen weeks off sick this year,’ she shot back.
‘We had an appointment on Friday. Where the fuck were you?’ He shouted at her.
‘I cancelled it, Luke. Didn’t you get my message?’ Kara didn’t like this.
‘No , I bloody didn’t. I wasted good fucking drinking time waiting for you. I call that shit management. You should sack yourself.’ He giggled but the sound held more menace than humour.
‘ Luke, there’s no need to be rude. We both know that this day is long overdue and I’m truly sorry that it had to come to this (she was lying) but I’m going to have to ask you to clear your desk and leave A.I.R Financial with immediate effect.’ She was the only woman in an office full of arrogant, headstrong men. She couldn’t afford to give an inch. She had to keep them in their place. She had to keep cracking the whip – if she didn’t she’d have Jack Finnegan on her back asking if the job was too much for a girl. Sometimes she felt it was but it seemed the whole damn country was looking up to her as their role model these days and she didn’t want to let anyone down – least of all her parents who were so proud of her achievements.
He opened his mouth as if to speak but then seemed to think better of it and turned and left without another word.
‘Shitless wanker,’ she whispered and checked her watch. She had a half hour before the meeting but she wanted to get up to the conference room and prepare everything beforehand.
She collected her papers and walked along the corridor, wondering if her decision to keep William’s ring in place had been a wise one as every time it rubbed against the inside of her thigh it sent a delicious tingle straight to the centre of her groin. It was distracting and definitely not conducive to work. But she was loathe to take it out.
Monday morning meetings were a time for Kara to motivate her men for the week ahead and much as she was enjoying the sensation of its gentle tugs between her legs she had to function on a high level amongst a room full of posturing testosterone. The constant reminder of its presence was making that difficult but it was too late to take it out now.
‘Morning Miss Kavanagh.’ She acknowledged each call with a smile and a brief nod of the head as she tracked a path towards the conference room. She was a popular boss – or maybe the staff were just relieved to have her cracking the whip instead of Jack Finnegan. Jack could be fierce and a little unconventional in his approach. He tended to rub people up the wrong way.
When Kara opened the conference room door she found Tom Halfpenny and Luke Granger sitting with their feet on the table drinking whisky.
‘What are you still doing here?’ She addressed Granger but he only smiled at her and made no effort to move – nor did Tom Halfpenny who wasn’t normally renowned for sticking his head above the parapet. Kara began to panic. She
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