CHAPTER TWO
Desmond
I can’t remember the last time I was this amused.
“You know you can’t do this, right?” Timothy asks, a deep frown on his face.
“Oh, come on,” I wave my hands dismissively, not a bit interested in what he has to say.
Knowing my assistant, he’ll probably go on about how this is unethical and how my grandfather wouldn’t even agree to me working in the dispatch room, just because I took an interest in some girl.
But the thing is, Lorelei isn’t just ‘some girl’.
She is the woman I have been searching for, the missing part of me, and I knew it from the moment I saw her.
“I’m serious, Desmond. You are here because he wants you to take over as CEO, not for you to play assistant to some dispatch girl in the office,” Timothy reminds me.
Picking up my glass of whiskey, I take a sip before explaining to him that this is the best way for me to get a grip on exactly what this company is all about. I have been trying to explain it for the past hour since I got home, but Timothy just won’t listen.
“How exactly did you even manage to convince her that you’re some analyst?”
As a kid, one thing I discovered was that if you stare at people, they somehow help you fill in the blanks.
It was Timothy’s idea that I go along with him to inspect the company, and not wanting to be cooped up at home, I had played along.
He had easily gotten me a badge, and since we were introduced as the inspection team from Sinclair Holdings, no one had questioned who I was or what role I played in the team.
I simply decided to wander off, trying to get a lay of the company.
I am still a bit pissed off that my grandfather forced me to come and oversee this company, forcing me to abandon my life as an heir who doesn’t have to work.
As a third-generation Sinclair, I have never had to work a day in my life, and that had been my intention until my grandfather, Damian Sinclair, chairman of Sinclair Holdings and one of the richest men in the world, had suddenly announced that he needed me to learn how to manage a company.
“Westward Logistics. It’s a logistics company with about four hundred employees. If you’re going to take over one day, I need to be sure that you know what it means to lead,” he had simply announced, as he placed the file right in front of me.
Back then, I should have known he was up to something since the tussle between him and my dad had gotten serious in the past few months.
I haven’t really paid much interest in what they are both up to since I have spent most of my time doing what I want, which basically involves partying, gaming, and whatever else I want.
I had gotten a little bit bored with the partying lifestyle, which is why my grandfather had made this offer at the right moment.
“Luck. It turns out they’ve been expecting the analyst to come from our side, and when I showed up with the badge you got me, she assumed I was the analyst,” I say with a bright smile.
“So, you’re saying this is my fault?” Timothy asks as he pushes his glass back.
“Nah. I’m grateful for you. If not for your effort, I wouldn’t have met Lorelei.”
I love her name.
When someone had handed me a box telling me to take it to the dispatch room, I had almost lost my cool.
He had simply placed it in my hand, pointed in the direction of the dispatch room, and asked me to put it there.
Still seething in anger, I had headed there, determined to punish whoever he was, but my anger had vanished when I set my eyes on her.
My body reacted instantly on seeing her, and within seconds, I felt my cock slowly begin to rise. As I moved towards her, taking in her full shape, my cock got even harder, and I was grateful I had the box with me. In those first few seconds, I gently took in her features.
Painted red fingertips combing through her sandy, golden hair, and I wondered how it would feel to run my hands through it.
Her face is rounded with youthful, full cheeks.
Her eyebrows were gently arched, and the closer I got, the more I realized how lush they were, and her eyes?
Totally breathtaking. Dark brown with something akin to curiosity in them as she studied my face.
Staring isn’t something I normally do, but in that moment, I found myself staring at her.
Her long, dark lashes flutter as she speaks.
Her full, plush lips are painted in a shade of red that draws my attention, and I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to kiss them.
She has all the right curves, and while I have admired a lot of them, Lorelei is different.
It’s a bit of a pain seeing how she’s dressed in dull, baggy clothes that seem to hide her shape, which makes me imagine what it would be like to pull them off her.
To see her ample chest and explore every part of her.
While she had led me to the backroom, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass, and the temptation to take her right there without any care in the world was so overwhelming that I almost had to run out.
“I see that you are fascinated with this Lorelei of yours,” Timothy begins, dragging me back to reality. “However, you know you are really stepping in for someone who would show up soon, right?”
I had forgotten about that, but that isn’t something to worry about. If there’s anyone who can handle that for me, it’s Timothy.
“I know, which is why you should cancel the transfer. There is no need for them to make the trip down here since I’m already here to do the job.”
From his raised eyebrows, I can tell Timothy has something to say, and it turns out I’m right. He reminds me that the analyst is meant to make an analysis and also provide a report, which I am not exactly the best fit for.
“I am well aware of my capabilities, Tim, but this is something I have to do. For the next few weeks, I have to be in that dispatch room. I have a feeling that there are some people we have to uproot from the company,” I say with fierce intensity, my mind going back to those drivers I had met with.
I had watched two of them try to intimidate me earlier, which I find quite amusing.
I had pretended not to notice them mumbling and casting angry glances in my direction all morning.
My presence had drawn quite a stir, but those two were quite annoying despite how much I tried to ignore them.
Of course, they couldn’t distract me from the beautiful sight that is Lorelei.
Yes, watching her work was quite satisfying.
My desire to spend more time with Lorelei led me to insist on staying in her cubicle, and for the next few hours, despite the news and clatter, I enjoyed watching her work.
She is quite passionate, and even though she is temporarily stepping in for the Dispatch Supervisor, something she mentioned at the beginning, I can’t help but think that she is giving her best. Everything had been going fine until they showed up.
My temper rises as I remember how Logan looked at her.
I am no fool, and while Lorelei had kept going on about how Logan has been one of the people who checks up on her from time to time, I can tell that he isn’t exactly checking up on her because he likes her.
No, he wants something from her, and I have to make sure he doesn’t get that because Lorelei is mine.
My woman, even though she doesn’t know it yet.
I hate the idea of Logan or any man sniffing around her, and firing him would solve that problem.
Lorelei works for me now, and the only person who should pay her any form of attention is me.
“Well, you still can’t work there. Think of what Damian would say.”
Convincing my grandfather won’t be a problem, and I prove that immediately to Timothy by dialing my grandfather’s phone.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” My grandfather asks in a rather chirpy voice.
“I need a favor,” I begin, straight to the point.
“Seeing how you almost never call me unless I call you, I’m not surprised. However, I have made up my mind on this, Desmond. You either work as the CEO of that company, or I’ll disown you, and we both know how your father would feel about that.”
I try not to show my frustration. I can picture my grandfather behind his mahogany desk in his study, reading some report from his assistant. As much as he likes to deny it, my grandfather is just a workaholic like my father, and I have decided not to be like either of them.
“I am not trying to change your mind. In fact, I’ll have you know that I went there today and I decided to take a rather different approach to understanding the company better.”
He is no doubt sitting up tall after hearing what I just said.
“And what approach would that be?”
Trying to act uninterested, I explain to him that I am currently pretending to be an analyst from the headquarters, and I plan to continue for the next few weeks to better understand the employees and the company’s structure.
My grandfather laughs out loud the moment I finish my explanation, and Timothy begins to shake his head.
“I told you he’d find it ridiculous,” Timothy chides.
“Ridiculous? Oh no, my boy,” my grandfather corrects, amusement evident in his voice.
“That’s what you’ll expect from a Sinclair.
I know you’ve gotten my business acumen.
What better way to understand the enemy than to work for the enemy, or in this case, pretend to work for the enemy?
Yes, I approve of that. Is there anything you need my help with? ”
Seeing Timothy look dumbfounded is totally worth the call, and I tell my grandfather to simply cancel the analyst transfer and also provide me with a team that would be willing to provide a report on whatever I glean from my daily interactions.
“That won’t be a problem, Desi,” my grandfather assures me, using his favorite nickname for me.
Ending the call, I look at Timothy, who is shaking his head. “If he knew the real reason you were doing this, he wouldn’t have approved.”
“Maybe, but he’ll be getting results, and that’s what matters,” I finish my whiskey, reveling in the fact that I get to spend more time with my Lorelei.
She’s not yet mine, but it’s only a matter of time.
With my position sorted out, there is one thing I do need to consider, and that is how to make my role convincing.
If I am going to work as the Dispatch Analyst, I can’t go as Desmond Sinclair.
Luckily, I have always kept a different ID card for situations like this, and for the next few days, I am Desmond Anthony from Oregon.
“Where do you normally shop?” I suddenly ask Timothy.
“Why are you asking?”
“Because, if I’m going to succeed in my new role, I need to dress the part.”
Timothy lets out a sigh, and I can tell that he doesn’t like this.
Sadly, I’m his boss, and I have the final say.
Besides, he’ll come to see the beauty of my plan when he thinks it over.
The next morning, Timothy still expresses his displeasure as we both walk towards the office building.
Since I can’t exactly show up in a Porsche, I had him drop us two blocks from the company while we work.
“The exercise is good for our health,” I remind Timothy, who is huffing beside me.
We both work out a lot, so I know his huffing has nothing to do with physical exercise, but everything to do with his displeasure.
“That is, if this were for an exercise. You know this counts as deceit, right?”
“Only if I’m deceiving anyone. What I’m doing is a secret investigation,” I counter.
“There is no way this-” Timothy begins before I cut him off, having spotted Lorelei.
Without hesitating, I bid him farewell as I run towards Lorelei, who has her headphones in. It’s disappointing again to see her dress in dull, baggy clothes, but it also makes me excited to see how she’d look in something more fitting.
I can already imagine slipping her into red lacy lingerie, and that drives me crazy. Last night had been tough thinking about her, and I doubt she knows how sleepless she made me.
“Top of the morning to you, Lorelei.” I gently touched her on the shoulder.
“Christ, you scared the hell out of me,” Lorelei snaps, removing her headphones. “You seem quite excited this morning.”
Her pursed lips show her displeasure, and I had to look away as pictures of her lips kissing my cock filled my head. Working with her is going to be so much of a pain, but I look forward to it.
“Isn’t it a beautiful morning? Especially when one gets to work with a beauty like you.”
She pauses, doubt and something similar to suspicion flickering through her face. “And yet, you claim you don’t flatter!”
“Yes, I don’t. When I say you are a beauty, I mean it,” I tell her truthfully.
She turns to me, every inch of softness disappearing from her face.
I can tell that she is angry, and I wonder if it’s because of what I said.
“I know you are probably a nice person, but I don’t need you to do this.
Trying to compliment or say things that you think would raise my ego just won’t work. ”
I stare at her, realizing that Lorelei Bennet really has no idea how beautiful she is, which makes me wonder exactly if all the men in this city are completely blind.