Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Wes
A smile crossed my lips as soon as she walked out of the conference room. I was in total shock when I looked up and saw her standing there.
“Hey, Wes, here are the numbers you requested,” Christopher spoke as he entered the conference room.
“Thanks.” I took the papers from him.
“By the way, have you met your new personal assistant? Fuck, she’s smoking' hot.”
“Yes, I just met her. Her name is Anna.” I raised my brow.
“Really? That’s funny. Wasn’t that the name of the girl you slept with in Paris?”
“That is the girl I slept with in Paris.”
His brows furrowed as his jaw dropped.
“That girl? The one sitting outside your office is the Anna from Paris?”
“She sure is.” I smiled.
“The one who left her fiancé at the altar and ran away?”
“Yep. That’s her.”
“Shit, Wes. Did you know she lived in New York?”
“She just moved here yesterday.” I leaned back in my chair.
“And how did she get this job so fast?”
“She said it’s a long story. A story she’ll be telling me when I take her to dinner tonight.”
“Damn. Well, okay. I guess this is a good thing she’s here, right? Or not?”
“It’s good to see her again. I really enjoyed our night in Paris.”
“Be careful, Wes. She may take these jobs as personal assistants to CEOs, hoping to get her claws into them because she knows they’re filthy rich.”
I finished up in the conference room and headed back. When I arrived at my office, I found Anna on the phone writing down a message. I pointed to my office and asked her to come in when she was finished. Taking a seat behind my desk, I noticed my phone messages weren’t in the same spot they always were but sitting smack dab in the middle of my desk.
“You wanted to see me?” Anna asked with a smile as she stepped into my office.
“Yes. First, didn’t Chrissy leave you a list of specific job instructions?”
“She did.” She grinned.
“Then why are my phone messages sitting in the middle of my desk instead of slightly tucked under my phone?”
She brought her finger up and lightly tapped her lip as she glared at me.
“Perhaps I was wrong.”
“Wrong about misplacing my phone messages?” I asked with an arch in my brow.
“No. Wrong about Chrissy having OCD. You’re the one with OCD.”
“I don’t have OCD. I just like my messages neatly placed in the same spot they’ve been for years.”
“Are you having anxiety because I didn’t place them properly?”
“No,” I spoke as I took my messages and put them in their proper place.
“Oh, I think you are.” She smiled.
“Anna, stop. Please just place them here.” I pointed to my phone. “Have a seat. We need to chat.”
She sat down in the chair across from my desk and crossed her long legs. Images of those legs wrapped around my waist back in Paris came to the forefront of my mind, and my cock started to twitch. I cleared my throat.
“I don’t see your phone number and address on my desk like I asked. Do you have a problem following directions?
“Obviously, you haven’t checked your phone,” she said.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, and there was a text message with an address typed into it. I glanced up at her, and a bright smile crossed her lips.
“How did you get my cell phone number?”
“From the phone on my desk. It was programmed under auto-dial number one.”
I slowly shook my head with a smile on my face as I added her to my contacts.
“Excuse me, Mr. Carter.” Tori popped her head into his office.
“Yes, Tori?”
“Human Resources sent this up for you,” she said as she shot Anna a look.
“Thank you.” I held out my hand, and she handed me the file folder.
I glanced at Anna, who sat there with a grin on her face while she stared at Tori as she left my office. I opened the folder. It contained Anna’s paperwork and resume.
“Anna Young. Nice last name.” I smirked at her. “It says here that you were the personal assistant for Clyde Baker, CEO of Baker Industries in California. You’re telling me that you made that up?”
“I didn’t make it up. Franco did.”
“And who is Franco?” I cocked my head.
“My best friend and roommate.”
“You’re living with a guy?” My eye slightly narrowed.
“He’s gay. Long story. We go way back.”
“Good. You can tell me all about it at dinner tonight. I would love to know how you scammed your way into my office.”
“You make me sound like a criminal,” she spoke.
“Are you?”
“No. You’ll understand tonight. If you’ll excuse me, I hear the phones ringing out there.”
She got up from her chair and walked to the door.
“Anna?”
“Yes.” She turned around.
“Why does Tori not seem to like you?”
The corners of her mouth curved into a cunning smile.
“I may have told her I was getting myself off in the bathroom.”
I sat there as my cock started to rise at her words and swallowed hard.
“We’ll talk about that tonight,” I spoke.