me, causing me to gasp. "I'm n

ough his screen and into my skull. His razor-sharp jaw muscles twitched so intensely that I felt like

gles greatly w

you are?" With a growl, he rose

e flinched at his feet-his supposedly dark, stern, and keen ocean-blue eyes. His gorge

beneath his collar and sleeves, and the muscles beneath his form-fitting suit jacket seemed ready

ppearance. He is without a doubt the most gorgeous man I ha

respond, I did so with a scowl an

y face to my exposed c

n bas

d've fooled me," he spits angri

t like some snot-nosed bitch, but I can't afford to blow this

ing the packet on his desk and forcing a

gers dismissively, then he sat down onc

me?" I inquired again, paying n

ovely nostrils flaring, a

ly, as though I wouldn't be able

I made a

e he bought over my company. I used to be on the same level as him, so if h

l. "Get the fuck out of my office before I d

ll-groomed hands. "I will, once you

of his nostrils. "Trixie, who the fuck is this slut you sent up to my of

, that's Elara Harrington, the former CEO of

the name of Mi

s to me. "So you're the daughter of that desp

my father? Whether or not you're a millionaire, it doesn't give anyone the right to talk shit about the fucking dead because our connection was

." I flashed a

respond with either yes boss, no boss, or yes sir, no sir. And you can permanently bid Harrington Industries farewell if you ever-that is if you ever-talk back to me in that manner. As long as you breathe th

ath blew on my face. I could have kissed him if I h

n a corner away from his wrath. But even the devil himself cannot talk down on me like that b

tilting my head to see hi

ould practically hear his teeth tighten,

et's get one thing straight," an

mply turned to face me from the edge of his des

expect me to bow down at your feet and listen to eve

, not Boss or Sir, and he

s, after which I'm out of this hellhole. I inquired what job you had for me now, but I'm leaving because you seem to be having a tantrum. I'll be in