Love At First Sight (Love Comes First Book 2) by Olivia T. Turner

Author:Olivia T. Turner [Turner, Olivia T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Olivia T. Turner Publishing
Published: 2020-10-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Carrie

I know I’m torturing this man, but I don’t know why it’s so fun.

I can feel Eli’s eyes on me from across the room, but I haven’t looked over at him once. Although, that’s definitely taken some effort. He’s incredibly hot and he’s looking scorching in that fitted navy suit that is so lucky with the way it gets to be glued to his big arms and broad shoulders. It took everything I had not to run my hands along the soft material to feel the hardness of him underneath.

“Are you finished?” the waitress asks me as she reaches for my plate.

“Yes, thanks,” I say as the staff clears our table. We just finished the main meal and the DJ is warming up the place with some 90’s music.

After the upbeat song finishes, the DJ plays a slow song by Mariah Carey and a few couples make their way over to the dance floor.

I’m itching to look over at Eli, but I keep my eyes glued to the table.

“Would you like to dance, Carrie?” Mr. Miller asks in a tone that’s more of a statement than a question.

“With who?” I respond, looking at him blankly.

“With me,” he answers, his tone harshening.

“I think it’s time for the coffee,” I say, looking around in a panic. “And the desserts must be on their way.”

He grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Coffee and dessert can wait. Let’s dance.”

Oh shit.

He’s still gripping my hand as he stands up and I hate myself for getting up, but I do.

I’m cursing this man as he drags me to the dance floor and then turns around with a skeevy smile on his leathery lips.

“I love Mariah Carey,” he says as he puts his hands on my hips. I’m standing as far from him as I can, barely touching his dandruff dusted shoulders with the tips of my fingers. “Don’t you?”

“She’s great,” I say, wishing that this song I supposedly love is over. Quickly.

I keep my eyes on the ceiling, on the floor, on the other dancers around us—anywhere but on him.

“I like you, Carrie,” he says as he stares into my averted eyes. “I’d like to give you a promotion.”

This gets my attention and I look at him for the first time.

“In exchange for what?” I ask, looking at him skeptically. My sales numbers at work have been shit and I haven’t exactly been the model employee today.

“I like your style,” he says. “I’d like you to be my personal assistant.”

“Like your secretary?”

“No, I have one of those. This is more… personal. You’d be working in my office along with me. You’d be at my beck and call. We’d have a… special relationship that wouldn’t always be focused on work.”

“Ugh!” I say with a look of disgust as I step back from him.

“Can I cut in?” a deep masculine voice asks from behind me.

“Yes!” I say, practically jumping into Eli’s arms.

“Excuse me!” Mr. Miller shouts as his face turns an angry red. “We were dancing!”

He reaches for me, but Eli slaps his hand away.

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