The Wild West Billionaire Duet(3)

By: Harper Lauren

The ringleader of the office girls, a brunette named Samantha, frowned.

“I don’t believe we asked your opinion,” she said in a cold voice. “Did we, girls?”

The other girls echoed their agreement.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “I was just trying to be friendly.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t really want to talk to you,” Samantha said. She raised an eyebrow. “You’re the new girl. And besides, you’re just a secretary.”

My cheeks were burning as the elevator doors dinged open and the stream of bitches pushed past me. What is it with people in this stupid office, I thought as I watched Samantha and her awful tribe striding away in their stiletto heels. Despite the ice on the ground, not a single one of them slipped or fell.

Outside, the sun was shining overhead but it somehow felt even colder than it had in the morning. I hustled across the street to the local coffee shop, where I gave Jim’s order and waited impatiently for his stupid cappuccino to land in my grip. It was ridiculous – I probably went on five or six coffee runs per week for Jim, and he’d never paid me back. I was keeping a secret total of his coffees back at my desk, and I wasn’t sure when I should confront him about it.

Being a working girl wasn’t exactly living up to my expectations.

When I got back to the office, I handed Jim his coffee. He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Hanna, you were gone for over twenty minutes. You know the policy – no running personal errands on company time. I’ll be subtracting those twenty minutes from your accrued vacation time.”

My jaw dropped. “I swear, I didn’t do anything else, Jim. All I did was go get your coffee.”

“It doesn’t take a reasonable person twenty minutes to fetch coffee,” Jim said arrogantly. “I should know. I used to go myself, you know.”

I could feel the anger building inside of me, hot and unreasonable, like a dragon about to blow flames and scorch the earth.

“You can go back to your desk now, Hanna,” Jim said in a snide voice. “I’ll need that report you were working on.”

The anger kept rising and rising in my throat. I swallowed.

“Jim, you asked me to leave immediately and get your cappuccino,” I said in what I hoped was a calm voice. “I haven’t finished the report yet – you told me to finish it when I got back.”

Jim narrowed his eyes. He took a sip of his cappuccino. “I don’t believe I would have given you such terrible advice,” he replied. “And while we’re talking, I want to mention something.”

By now, my ears were burning with rage. I wanted to grab the nearest heavy object and throw it right into Jim’s stupid, fat face. But I knew I couldn’t – I knew I had to be an adult, even if that meant getting yelled at by my boss.

“Yes?” I asked. “What is it?”

“The way you dress,” Jim said. He stepped closer and a wave of revulsion shot through my body. “It’s not exactly…office-appropriate, even if some of your looks are very attractive.”

I narrowed my eyes. Jim’s gaze slid down my body, lingering on my breasts, and I shuddered again.

“It’s rude to stare,” I said in a low voice.

Jim blinked. “I wasn’t staring,” he lied. He licked his lips as he continued staring at my breasts. “But I think you need to start dressing a little more appropriately. You’re not in college, anymore, Hanna. This is a real job – in the real world – and you’re going to have to learn to be an adult.”

I felt sick. First, this asshole was angry with me for taking too long to get his coffee, and now this? I couldn’t believe it – either I was crazy, or he was the most sadistic boss in Boston.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m well aware of that.”

“And furthermore, I hate to tell you this, but if you commit any more infraction, I’m afraid I won’t have a choice but to fire you,” Jim said. He leaned in close, staring at my breasts again. “And you know I’d be so sorry to do that.”

Something inside of me snapped and I stood straight and tall. “That won’t be necessary,” I said. Adrenaline began to pump through my veins and I smiled at Jim.