Wicked Bedmate: A Hero Club Novel by Jenika Snow & Hero Club

Author:Jenika Snow & Hero Club [Snow, Jenika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cocky Hero Club, Inc.
Published: 2020-05-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Linda

I was terrified, not just scared I’d screw up my first day, but afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my emotions in check where Jason was concerned.

I got off the elevator and smiled at Grace, who sat behind the desk in the front lobby. I’d picked up two cups of coffee, one for me and the other for Jason.

Maybe it was overkill. I was sure he had coffee at the office, but I figured it was a nice gesture, would maybe even help in breaking the ice this first day on the job.

I kept my focus down as I headed toward my desk, which was located across from Jason’s office. It was early, and I knew he probably wasn’t in yet, but I wanted to be prepared and give myself time to get composed.

I looked up and spotted my desk, an older woman already sitting behind it. I slowed, confused at first. Was I in the wrong area? I looked at the double doors across from my desk and saw Jason’s name sprawled across it. My brows were knitted when I faced the older woman once more.

She was focused on the newspaper spread out on the desk, her salt-and-pepper hair tied up in a severe bun, and the wire-rimmed glasses perched dangerously close to the end of her nose. She slowly glanced up at me and gave me this pinched-lip expression, as if I were late even though I was here half an hour before Jason.

“Hi,” I finally said, because this staring match between us was getting weird.

“Miss Morris, I presume?” Her voice was as stiff as her bun.

I nodded. “You presume correctly.” I held up the two cups of coffee. “If I’d known I was working with someone else, I would have brought a third cup.”

She didn’t respond to that. “I’m Mrs. Hartley, and I’ll be training you for the next week to make sure you’re fully versed in how this office runs and how Shelby likes his daily schedule to be prepared.” She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her expression tight despite the wrinkles around her mouth and eyes.

“Of course,” I responded.

“Mr. Shelby likes his day to run smoothly.”

“I understand.” I cleared my throat. “I assume you were—are—his former secretary?”

She nodded tersely. “You assume correctly.”

This woman was stressing me out more than Graham Morgan did, and that was saying a hell of a lot.

I set the cups of coffee down and smoothed my hands down my skirt.

“By the end of the week, you’ll be versed on how everything runs, and I’ll be confident in leaving my position knowing someone is capable and intelligent enough to follow the routine that’s been in place for years.”

I licked my lips and nodded, feeling like a petulant child being scolded.

“Now, I have some copies to make, but I’d like you to sit down and get comfortable with the layout and surroundings of the desk. I’ve brought up the directory on the computer, which I’d suggest you skim through to familiarize yourself with your coworkers and their positions.

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