Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Anna

I stepped inside the tall building that was located at 100 Park Avenue and took the elevator up to the thirty-first floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, I was promptly greeted by a woman who looked to be in her twenties with long black hair and a massive amount of lip injections.

“Welcome to Carter Capital. How can I help you?”

“I’m Anna. Jules Warren sent me over.”

“Hold, please.” She held up her index finger as she picked up the phone on her desk. “Follow me.” She brightly smiled.

I followed her down the long hallway, past numerous cubicles and offices, until we reached the desk of a woman named Tori.

“Hi, you must be Anna. I’m Tori.” She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Tori.”

“I’ll show you to your desk. Mr. Carter is in a meeting in the conference room right now, so I’ll show you the ropes until he returns.”

I gave her a pleasant smile. I was starting to think that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Oh, wait. It wasn’t my idea. But it was different, and it could be kind of fun. Plus, it was only temporary.

“Chrissy was extremely organized, and she’s going to be missed. She left step-by-step instructions for whoever took over.” She picked up a piece of paper from the desk and handed it to me.

“Yes, she was very organized, but I do see a few things that could be modified.”

“Mr. Carter won’t like that. So please, just stick to the list. And remember, you’re only a temp,” she spoke in a snotty voice.

“Right.” I gave her a fake smile.

I wanted to tell her who I was and what I really did. I took a seat behind my new desk, which felt weird because I wasn’t used to working on this side of an office. The phones started to ring, and I quickly answered them in the precise way that was on Chrissy’s instruction sheet.

“Good morning, Carter Capital. Mr. Carter’s office, this is Anna. How may I assist you?”

I took down message after message and stacked them neatly in a pile on the desk's left-hand side per my instructions. I think Chrissy had OCD. I sat there and wondered when my old-ass boss was going to return. I’d already been here two hours, and I had yet to meet him.

“Excuse me, Tori? Can you please direct me to the restroom?”

“Right around the corner.” She smiled.

After I was finished, I walked back to my desk and Tori was standing there with her arms folded.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“You were in the bathroom approximately seven minutes, two minutes over the allotted five-minute bathroom break time.”

I stood there and narrowed my eyes at her.

“I apologize. I didn’t know there was a time limit on bathroom breaks. Chrissy failed to mention that on her eagerly over-organized instruction sheet.”

“Well, now you know. What were you doing in there for seven minutes?”

Was she serious? This was going to be fun.

“Well, if you must know.” I smiled. “I was getting myself off.”

She swallowed hard as she stared at me with a look of disgust on her face.

“Oh, come on, Tori, don’t tell me you’ve never?—”

“Mr. Carter needs you to bring him a file to the conference room,” she quickly interrupted as she picked up a file folder from the desk and handed it to me.

“Are you going to tell me where the conference room is?” I arched my brow.

“Down the hall, make a right, and it’s conference room one.” She hastily turned and scurried away. I laughed and headed to the conference room to meet the old man. The door was shut when I approached, so I lightly knocked on it.

“Come in,” I heard a voice speak.

When I opened the door, I went to take a step in and abruptly stopped as I stared at the man looking down at his phone. He looked up at me and had the same shocked expression across his face as I did.

“Wes?” I furrowed my brows.

“Anna?” He stood up. “What are you doing here?”

“Wes Carter? Carter Capital?”

“Oh no. Are you?—”

“Your new personal assistant? Yes.”

My belly fluttered, and my lady parts started to spasm.

“You’re not an old-ass man who’s going to sexually harass me,” I spoke. “You’re my one night in Paris stand.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“Nothing.” I shook my head as I fully stepped inside the room.

He walked over to me and gave me a hug.

“It’s good to see you again, but I’m totally confused as to what’s going on,” he said.

“It’s good to see you too. Let me see if I can enlighten you. I’m your new personal assistant hired by Jules Warren.”

“I didn’t know you lived in New York.”

“I just moved here, like yesterday.”

“Didn’t you just get back from Paris?”

“Yeah. Yesterday. It’s a long story.” I waved my hand in front of me.

“You seem to be the queen of long stories.” He smirked.

“To be honest, my life is one big, long story.”

“If you just got back from Paris and you just moved to New York yesterday, how did you meet Jules?”

I let out a sigh. “It’s a?—”

“Long story. Right?”

“Yes.”

“Something is off here.” His eyes steadily narrowed at me. “When I met you in Paris, you certainly did not seem like the personal assistant type. So this is what we’re going to do. You’re going to have dinner with me tonight and tell me all of your long stories.”

“I am?” My brow raised.

“Yes. You are.”

“Well, so that you know, I don’t think going to dinner with the boss is a good idea. People will talk, and I’m pretty sure Tori already hates me.”

He placed his hands on my hips and gave them a firm grip. Fuck. I lost my breath.

“Dinner with me is always a good idea.” He grinned. “Boss or not, I’m picking you up at seven, so I expect your phone number and address sitting on my desk when I return to my office.”

“You’re awful bossy. I’m not sure I’m going to like working for you.”

“You’ll love working for me.” He winked. “That I can promise you. Thanks for the file. I’ll be heading back to my office shortly.”

I gave him a smile, turned, and headed for the door.

“By the way,” I said as I stopped and turned around. “If you’re planning on reading my resume, don’t. It’s all a lie.”

“You lied your way into this job?” His brow arched.

“I did.” I smirked as I walked out the door.