CHAPTER SEVEN
EMILY
N o.
God, no, this can’t be happening.
I feel the blood draining from my face as I stand in the doorway of Bastian’s office. He looks as shocked as I am. Although he has a better poker face than me.
Bastian—he’s Mr. Remington.
My new fucking boss.
Of all the millions of men in New York City, I had to sit next to the one man on my flight to America...and suck his cock while flying at thirty thousand feet.
I’m no statistician, but I bet the odds of this happening are extremely low. I’d google it, but I’m too ashamed that I don’t even want my browser to know what I did.
Perhaps this is my time to come alive and be a sexually free woman.
Crap.
It’s safe to say that was the worst decision ever. I can almost see my father standing with his arms crossed, shaking his head at me.
I’m going to lose my job.
Only I could lose one before I even start.
There’s no way Bastian could allow me to work for him after what we did and his invitation to finish our business.
I finally snap my mouth closed and wonder how he’s going to play this. The shame rolling from me in waves must be obvious.
Bastian looks angry, and I don’t blame him.
Honesty, even if he wanted me to stay, I’m not sure I could look him in the eye twenty times a day and not see his thick shaft and feel the veins which pulsed as he came down my throat.
Or the way his eyes penetrated my soul while his fingers pumped inside me.
How he smirked proudly as my body convulsed into orgasm.
This is bad.
Really, really bad.
I almost stumble as Julie guides me farther into the office and starts to give Bastian—shit, Mr. Remington—a rundown of my skills and background.
They are entirely unimpressive.
My sweaty hands slide down the sides of my black skirt, and swallow as Bastian’s gaze follows the movement at my throat.
His eyes snap to mine.
Oh fuck. I feel myself tremble with a mix of arousal and nerves. It’s the weirdest feeling of my life.
Is he going to admit we met?
“Emily flew to New York on Saturday, so she’s still jetlagged. Maybe go easy on her today,” Julie says.
Oh god, don’t say easy and don’t talk about the flight.
Bastian abruptly stands; his cold stare never leaves mine. Then he addresses Julie. “Thank you, Julie. You can leave us. I’ll speak to Emil...Ms. Harper alone.”
Speak to me?
Heart pounding, I know he’s going to fire me.
This is terrible. I have about two weeks’ savings left after setting up my tiny apartment. Financial ruin aside, going home with my tail between my legs will be just what my father expects.
What am I going to do?
I know I’m capable of doing great work, I just need the right environment and a boss who believes in me. But oh no , as luck would have it, I met my new boss and his beautiful cock first.
My lip wobbles, but I force a smile as Julie says goodbye.
“Enjoy your day. Call me if you have trouble logging in or finding any of the files. Remember those handover documents on your desk.”
Swallowing, I nod. “Yes, thanks.”
I won’t need them.
I will be escorted out the door within ten minutes.
Bastian and I stare at one another as Julie’s heels pad softly across the luxurious carpet.
Then the door clicks shut.
“Jesus Christ.” He curses, running his hand through his hair as he spins around.
My shoulders slump.
Despite the situation, I can’t help but find him incredibly attractive still. His sleeves are rolled up and the way he musses his hair makes his angry green eyes look wild and sexy.
Get a grip Emily.
“Did you know?” Bastian accuses me.
“No!” I cry, shocked he would accuse me of such a thing. “How could I? I was randomly upgraded.”
He begins to pace while grumbling what sounds like. “Right, yes, and I should’ve been on my jet. Fucking Jeremy.”
He has a private jet?
Who is Jeremy?
I glance around the spacious office and now the shock is subsiding, I connect a few more dots. Bastian is not just a wealthy man that I met on a flight, he’s...holy heck. His name is on the building.
Remington.
Remington Obsidian Holdings.
He’s one of the wealthiest men in the country.
“Bastian, I’m sor—”
“Mr. Remington.” He snaps, and I feel my blood go cold. “It’s Mr. Remington. Or Sebastian. Better if you call me Mr. Remington.”
He closes the distance between us, stopping only just an appropriate amount of space in front of me, propping his hands on his hips.
I feel like I’m being reprimanded, and it irks me a little. He might be my boss—for however many minutes I remain working here—but we were both responsible for what took place on the flight.
“Sorry. Mr. Remington.”
Why is he acting like this is all my fault? Did I know? What an asshole. Like I orchestrated this whole thing. Honestly, the cheek of the man.
I’m going to lose my job. I can’t think of a single reason why this situation would serve me.
Better if you call me Mr. Remington.
I mentally roll my eyes.
As much as I’d like to tell him to shove his job up his tight, very fine ass, I need this job. I’m close to being broke and will do whatever it takes to remain employed in the United States, so I don’t have to go home and face my father.
Almost anything.
“This is a colossal mess.” Sebastian shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck while staring at the carpet.
Stop looking so goddamn sexy, will you!
“Agreed.”
Those green eyes lift to mine, frowning, as if my point of view means nothing. That even speaking has annoyed him.
“Listen, Emily. I need a PA. Finding someone to replace you is going to take weeks, so for now, I need you to do the job. Do you think you can do that? And be...discrete?”
My brows lift. “You think I’m going to walk around the office and introduce myself as Emily, who sucked off Mr. Remington on the red-eye from London over the weekend?”
His eyes flare with surprise, but also...is that desire?
Then he blinks, and it’s gone.
“Is this a joke to you?” he demands.
“No. I was just making a point. This is bad for me as well, you know.” I cross my arms tightly over my chest. “I just flew across the world for this job, and now you are my boss.”
Sebastian stares at my cleavage, now exaggerated, so I uncross my arms and copy his stance by putting my hands on my hips. We glare at one another.
“Well then, maybe—”
“If you dare blame what happened on me one more time Sebastian, I will—”
“You will what?” He steps closer, and I have to lift my chin.
I swallow loudly.
“Resign?” Sebastian’s brow quirks. “Please do.”
No.
I need this job.
His gaze brushes over my lips, and I lick them nervously. God, he’s so impossibly sexy that I can barely breathe.
My core throbs, wishing he’d touch me and remind me just how good he could make me feel.
But I also hate him right now.
His reaction was unfair and rude.
I will lose my security deposit and have to book the next flight home if I quit or he fires me, so I swallow my pride and attempt to fix this.
“I thought you said you needed a PA?” I jut my chin higher, challenging the powerful man who was putty in my hands—or his cock was—just a few days ago.
Fire burns in his globes as they drift down my body, then back up. Shaking his head, Bastian groans and walks behind his desk. Studying me for a moment longer, as my heart pounds, he leans one arm on the back of his chair.
Give me a shot. Please.
“I do. We are in the middle of an important project. Kristen, your predecessor, leaving was poor timing. I need someone who can work hard, long hours, and ensure the workload is taken care of. Efficiently.”
“I can do that.” I tug on my blazer, feeling hopeful. A smile appears on my lips as I add, “What happened in Vegas and all that...”
Sebastia’s gaze darkens.
“Right. Yes. Efficacy and discretion. Got it.”
He watches me for a moment longer. “Emily, if you breathe a word of what happened, you will be fired and sued. There are no privileges because—”
I sucked your dick.
“I get it.”
“And you are to behave professional at all times.”
How dare he!
“As will you.” I retort, stopping short of telling him that his eyes didn’t get the memo. They’ve been roaming my body since I walked into the room.
“Careful, Ms. Harper. That’s the line you don’t want to cross. Remember whose name you see on the top of this building and your paycheck.”
He lowers into the large executive chair, almost dismissing me as I force back my response.
This is definitely not the same man that I met.
“Six weeks. Then I’ll tell Julie it didn’t work out and she can replace you.” Sebastian picks up a pen and stabs the end of it on his desk a couple of times impatiently.
My mouth falls open.
“That’s...not fair.”
His brows lift. “Emily do you really think we can ignore what happened?”
I swallow.
“I can.”
His blazing gaze bores into me angrily, and I don’t understand why he can’t trust me.
“I can! Give me a chance.” I hold out my hands. “It was one tiny and inconsequential moment. No big deal. Truly. I could be the best PA you’ve ever had.”
I can’t read Sebastian’s expression as a shadow crosses his face, and he almost closes up.
“Fine. Then get to work.”
Wow.
He’s such a dickface.
“Thank you.” I force a smile and walk out of his office and sit down at my desk, feeling defeated.
Fine. I don’t believe him for a second. Sebastian wants me gone, and I have a feeling he will have me replaced, but didn’t want to argue.
I’ll prove my worth.
Surely he’s mature enough to forget one drunken little flight.
I’ll never forget it, but I wasn’t going to say that!
What was supposed to be an exciting first day at a job in a new country has turned into a bloody disaster.
Taking the notes that Kristen left behind, I log into the computer and start going through Sebastian’s calendar.
I can do this.