Chapter Three

When he spoke, it was surprisingly soft. “You think, right now, I put my hands and mouth on you in about a minute you wouldn't be panting on your back with your legs wide open on this desk right here?” 

      At his words, I forgot how scary he was and hissed, “You are unbelievable with your one-track mind. 

      “You know I'm right,” he fired back. 

      “Touch me, you'll be trending on all social media platforms in minutes,” I retorted acidly. 

      “You are so full of shit,” he returned. 

       “Try me,” I invited hostilely though I was hoping he wouldn't. And I'd decided that I'd rather be touched by any man currently residing in the slums than have Knox touch me again. 

       “Mr Carter,” we both heard and our heads turned to see Yvonne walk through the opened door looking up at us with wide eyes. 

        “Yes, Yvonne.” He replied, his voice completely cool and calm. Very different from when he was talking to me. I guess he reserves his asshole side specially for me. 

        “The executives of the marketing company are here. They are in the conference room,” she answered. He nodded okay. 

       “You tell her she dresses this way to work again, she's fired.” Knox growled, and I watched Yvonne’s  body jerk in surprise. 

          She was in a pencil tight skirt, a blouse, and high heeled pumps. Really fancy, and I could tell they are all designers and I was in jeans, a t-shirt and high heeled sandals therefore I had to admit I definitely made a mistake dressing up today but it wasn't worth termination. 

         I looked at him to see his eyes on me. “And you,” he said, “I taste you again, in any way at all, although I will, trust me, you are fired. Do you get me?” 

        “You won’t,” I declared vehemently and he glared at me then his eyes moved over my face and while they did, they changed. I could swear the anger seeped right out and something else, something warm and much more scary filled them. 

         His warm eyes locked on mine and he muttered, “We’ll see.” 

         Yvonne turned and left the office and he followed her right outside. 

         It had been a week since I started my job as Knox’s assistant and it’s safe to say I didn’t know what I was doing. 

         My former position was a secretary, my work wasn’t that hard. I’ve never been an assistant before, and it’s harder than I expected. I had to schedule his meetings, events, pick his outfits, get his food and it was easier said than done. The good thing is that he had not been around much and I hope he doesn’t return before I’m able to get a hang of it. 

        I had just gotten to work and was working on schedule for the day when I heard the door open. My eyes slid to it as my mouth started to form a smile for who I thought was Yvonne when Knox walked in. 

         My smile froze then my eyes went back to the computer screen. 

        I tried to pretend he wasn’t there but failed woefully at pretending. I knew exactly when his body stopped at the other side of the desk even though I was studiously avoiding looking at him. 

         “Thought I told you about those clothes,” he growled.

           I didn’t look away from the computer screen, took a sip of my coffee because to deal with Knox I needed the caffeine boost.

          “There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing, I checked the employee’s handbook,” I informed the computer screen. 

            “Say again,” he demanded.    

             My eyes slid to the side and up. 

             Damn, he was gorgeous. A navy blue tailored suit that fitted snugly across the wall of his chest, broad shoulder, lean abs. I remembered he was still being an asshole, and snapped out of it. 

            “According to the employee handbook. I’m not violating the dress code. 

              His jaw clenched hard. “I’ll be changing the dress code,” he declared. 

             My mouth dropped open, I honestly couldn’t believe he was going this far just because he had a problem with how I dress. 

            “Would you like me to draft an employee handbook with a new dress code?” I asked, keeping it professional. 

              “Yeah, you do that,” Knox replied. 

               “Certainly,” I nodded. “Do you have a deadline?” 

              “Turn it in before you sign out of work today.” 

               I blinked. Then I said, “I’m sorry, but that’s impossible. With everything else I have to do., that’ll take a week. Maybe two.” 

               “You got till the end of today. And I have other things for you to do.”

                Oh God. Now I was beginning to panic. I was working on the schedule, and I didn’t want to mess it up. Since I didn’t know what I was doing. I was certain I’d mess it up.           

                “It’ll be ready in two hours,” I told him probably stupidly as it was highly doubtful I could pull it off in two hours.

                 “You don’t have two hours. I’m leaving in an hour. You have an hour. You should know that,” he replied. 

                  Yeah I should. 

                  Damn!

                  “Fine,” I bit off. 

                   He scowled at me then he turned away, but stopped dead. 

                  “Fuck,” he muttered and twisted his torso to look back at me. “Did you bring in all of these coffee?” 

                   “Yes,” I answered. 

                    “Why?”

                    “Why not?” 

                     “Why not is not an answer to why,” Knox returned, his whole body moving to face me again. 

                    “Everyone likes coffee,” I told him. 

                    “So?” 

                    “So, I bought coffee for my co-workers. I'm a nice person, it's something you do if you are nice. 

                      “It's something you do when you wanna suck up to people to make them like you. And it's not something you are not gonna do again, is that clear?” 

                    Jeez. What is wrong with this guy?

                   “I was just being nice,” I stated and repeated myself. 

                   “You did it today. Make sure it doesn't happen again,” he returned. 

                     I cannot believe this guy.