His Personal Assistant (Men of New York Book 1) by L. J. Harris

Author:L. J. Harris [Harris, L. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-23T16:00:00+00:00

“No, it’s getting late. I will arrange for us to go Monday. Now, unless there’s an emergency, I don’t want to speak to you until then.” I slammed the phone down without another word and let out an exasperated breath. It was well after six, and I was tired, hungry, and at the end of my rope. Since informing Marco he was to be my new PA, he’d called the office several times. First, to thank me for the job, then to check my schedule for the following week. By the third and final call, where he’d asked about the possibility of taking a tour of the youth center within the next few hours, I was tempted to rethink my decision about hiring him.

Before I could burst a blood vessel over thoughts of my new, overzealous assistant, the door to my office flew open, and in walked Kade.

It was funny how anytime I was in Kade’s presence, my anger as well as any as sense of self-preservation seemed to melt away. In fact, if I weren’t in dire need of food, I’d have already stripped him bare, draped him over my desk and shoved my cock in without apology. Showered and shaved and with a chestnut tinge to every inch of his smooth skin, his nose glowed a shiny, sun-kissed crimson, while his light brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. The black tank, flip flops and royal blue skinny jeans he wore left little to the imagination, and all I wanted was to lick him from head to every single one of his well-tanned toes.

“You about done?”

“Well, I...” I gaped at my apparent fuck-buddy, the smirk he wore telling me he knew he was getting to me. With an air of confidence, he strode across the room, plonked his ass on my lap, and wrapped his arms around my neck. My skin turned to gooseflesh the moment our bodies made contact, while the scent of him, all spicy and soapy clean did things to me. All he had to do was lean in close, lips brushing against my jaw, and I was on the verge of exploding.

“What’s the matter, slick? Cat got your tongue?”

“No, but you’re beginning to irritate me more than the new temp, and that’s saying something.”

“You found someone?” He pulled back until our eyes met. “So, what’s she like? Tall? Short? Old and fat, or young and full of sass?”

“He is twenty-seven, and happened to work for the law firm I interned with back in college.”

“I see. And does he have a name?” Though Kade’s tone held a distinct snarky edge, he was grinning so I thought nothing of it.

“Marco Agostini.”

“Agostini? That’s an Italian name, right?” His smile turned into a weak attempt at a scowl, and I couldn’t stop a chuckle from bursting out of me.

“I believe so, yes. Why? Have you developed an aversion to the entire Italian population now?”

“Not the entire population, just any members of it who happen to work here and may or may not forget to keep their dicks in their pants.

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