Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I also didn’t get turned on by the deep red lipstick she was wearing today or fantasize about that mouth wrapped around my dick. My hands didn’t itch to be buried in her silky brown hair and I definitely didn’t long to spread her out on my desk and bury my face between her legs again just to hear her moan my name.
Because I was businessman, entirely focused on the job I was here to do.
“Liam, did you hear me?” Samuel asked.
I internally cringed as I realized all those dirty thoughts that I wasn’t having about Morgan had completely distracted me while I was supposed to be speaking with Samuel about the strategy going forward.
After almost a week of observing and getting to know everyone, it was time to develop and execute a plan to achieve goals related to the mobile EV charger. At least, that was what I put in the memo when I arranged this meeting with Samuel. So far, the conversation hadn’t gotten far because my eyes tracked Morgan’s stroll from her office to the elevator a moment ago.
Feeling guilty checking out the woman in front of her father—as much as I tried to convince myself that wasn’t what I was doing—I cleared my throat and refocused my attention on Samuel. He looked at me with nothing but patience in his expression, and I figured he must not have realized exactly what had diverted my focus.
That was fortunate.
“I’m sorry,” I said, straightening the papers on the table in front of me just to give myself something to do with my hands. “My mind wandered for a moment. What did you say?”
“I was saying that I think the best way to move forward is to team you up with a member of my staff that will work directly with you to make sure the launch of the EV charger goes well. Someone that is familiar enough with all aspects of the business to be a liaison between you and the other employees.”
That made sense. “Who do you have in mind?”
Samuel smiled. “Morgan would be the best person for the job. I know you haven’t had a chance to interact with her much since you started at the office, but she doesn’t just hold her position as the marketing director because she’s my daughter. She’s great at her job, and I know she’ll have plenty of innovative ideas to offer for launching the product.”
“If you think that’s best,” I said, carefully keeping my expression blank.
Morgan is going to hate this.
And me? Well, working that closely with her every day was going to wreck my focus, because if there was one thing I realized over the past few days, it was that my attraction to Morgan hadn’t faded one damn bit. Sharing space with her, breathing in her scent and noticing every small detail about her was going to blur lines I was already struggling to keep straight.
“Great,” Samuel said with a grin as he cuffed me on the shoulder. “I’ll let her know so that you can get started right away. Should I have her come to your office this afternoon?”
“Sure. We can meet after lunch.”
The rest of the morning passed quickly, and I spent most of my time reviewing market analysis reports about mobile EV chargers. I left for an hour during lunch, meeting Simon at a cafe about halfway between our firm and GalvaTech, where we went over the details of the new company that he was looking into for us to potentially invest in. My assistant had been helping him with that research for the past few days, but I knew by the texts I’d received from Clara that she was getting tired of his bossy attitude. I gave Simon a week to hire his own assistant before I contacted a temp agency.
When I returned to the office, I’d barely settled into my chair when there was a brisk knock at the door.
“Come in,” I called out.
Morgan stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She didn’t bother hiding how unenthused she was about being assigned by her father to work directly with me. Still, she managed to look composed and professional, and I still felt that damn spark of awareness between us.
“Hello, Morgan,” I said, gesturing to one of the two chairs in front of my desk. I had a more comfortable sitting area in the corner of the room—a small black leather couch and matching armchair—but I figured it was better to keep things formal. “Thanks for joining me.”
“I’m not sure there was much of a choice,” she said, keeping her tone carefully neutral. “Dad said that he wants us to work together on this product launch.”
I tipped my head, not missing the flicker of resistance in her eyes. “And you have a problem with that?”