Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
DEREK
"Hey, handsome."
Fuck.
I cussed under my breath once I heard the familiar whiny voice. She disregarded her manners by choosing not to knock. I didn’t flinch in my seat, my eyes pinned on the papers in my hands.
"What do you want, Stella?"
She huffed. "You are not even going to look at me?"
I was bored out of my mind, my gaze drifting to her curvy frame leaning against the desk. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled tight in a ponytail, augmenting her bright red lips which were paired with over-the-top makeup that wasn’t particularly suitable for a work environment.
Her tits were threatening to spill in her dark blue corporate dress that snugged a little too tightly around her curves.
"Like what you see?" she flirted.
I exhaled. "No, Stella."
Her face fell, but her flirty smile was back up in no time like it never left.
Stella worked as a secretary for the CEO of Cybercorp, Grant Sugarplum.
She was like a thorn in my flesh with her not-so-subtle things on wanting to get down with me.
She was objectively hot, but also not my type.
I hated mixing business with pleasure. Also, if I wanted to get laid so badly, I knew where to go or who to call—women who understood that it was just pure, hard fucking, and nothing more.
Feelings were liabilities. I had no use for them.
"The chairman wants to see you." She announced.
That was odd. I didn’t think he’d be coming in today.
I shoved the papers aside, rising to my feet. Stella frowned, blocking my path.
"Don’t you like me?"
I arched my brow. "Excuse me?"
"Am I not beautiful enough?" her fingers trailed up my chest seductively.
I grabbed a hold of her hand, gritting my teeth. "I don’t like women who throw themselves at men who don’t want them."
Her eyes flashed with frustration. "I—"
"I don’t want to fuck you, Stella. Get that right and stop pestering me. I won’t be so nice next time." I shoved her aside gently, storming out of my office.
The chairman was already waiting in the office when I got there. He looked up from the papers in his hands, flashing me a warm smile.
Grant was a mix of a cutthroat businessman, and a fatherly figure when necessary.
The hairline of his salt and pepper hair was aggressively receding, a pair of glasses hung on his nose, shielding his warm brown eyes.
His blazer hung on his arm rest, leaving him in his white button up shirt that was rolled up to his sleeves.
"Ah. You are here." He slammed the papers close.
"Good morning, Chairman." I slipped into the seat before him, waiting on his request.
He drew closer. "I need you to do something off the books for me."
"Okay…"
"My daughter has an issue with her desktop. I need you to help me go over to her bakery and check it out."
Oh. I was a little stunned because I wasn’t expecting that. It came out of nowhere and I could tell that he caught on to the surprise on my face.
"I know this is a little out of your job description, but you are the one I seem to trust the most in this environment."
The Chairman was a good man but he was also a little paranoid. I used to be in a bad spot, but a few years back, he handed me the ticket out of darkness, something that allowed me to start over. I grabbed it with both hands, and since then, I had worked hard to earn his trust.
I chuckled, amused.
He could easily get one of the guys from IT to go over to do that, but he didn’t trust them around his daughter.
He snorted. "Those fools think with their cocks. I don’t want them anywhere near my princess. But you—you, I trust."
I never really met his daughter, but it was obvious that he had so much love for her.
She was the apple of the eyes. I was very strict when it came to business.
I hated mixing it with pleasure. I don’t shit where I eat.
I knew where to pick my women. He knew about my rule.
Hence, the reason he found me fitting to handle the pesky little problem.
I didn’t know her or what she looked like but I knew that there was nothing that would make me break my one rule for her.
The Chairman’s daughter was the last person I’d desire.
"I’ll write you the address." He grabbed his pen, scribbling on a paper. He tore it off and handed it to me. "She’s expecting you."
I bade the chairman farewell, and set out to get the job done.
I fought back a scowl the minute I got down from my car. What kind of bakery name is Glazed and confused? Of all the names in the world, she chose that?