That’s Our Girl (Canada Boys #1)

Chapter 1

Charlie

God, I miss sex.

Getting lost in the moment, hot and sweaty.

The heavy breathing, grunts, and dirty whispered words.

That feeling of absolute euphoria when they’re hitting that one spot that makes you see stars.

Not that I have a whole lot of experience in any of that.

Don’t have a lot of notches in my bedpost, if you know what I mean.

But I’ve read enough romance novels and done enough self exploration to know what I like, and apparently debasing myself by bringing food to my kinda-sorta boyfriend’s office and begging him to fuck me is the low that I have stooped to in order to make it happen.

Not that Brad really deserves it. It's been weeks, WEEKS, since he's come over, or taken me on a date, or even made a late-night booty call which is how all this started.

He claims he's been working late and really busy.

Fine. I won't argue with him about that.

He is my boss's boss after all. Chief financial marketing operator of sales .

... or something. I literally don't even know his job title.

What I do know is Brad is important to the company, and our relationship is on the down-low because of it.

It would be very uncouth for a bigwig like him to date a lowly secretary like me.

Not to mention completely against the rules.

Management is not supposed to fraternize with the administrative staff.

Brad justified it to me at the beginning, saying that he wasn't MY boss, so it was a grey area.

I think I was so lonely and happy for the attention that I didn't even care.

It started with a smile. I was new to the job, and I’ve always been so awkward when it came to making friends.

I mean, I am always friendly but breaking that barrier between friend and friendly was something that I have just never been able to figure out.

But he smiled one day as he came out of the conference room on my floor, and it was so dazzling and out of place that I immediately developed a crush.

I’m not even sure if I found him all that attractive.

I’ve never been into blondes, and I’ve always preferred taller men.

But he sure was muscular and well put together.

And he looked at me. And smiled at me. Apparently, that was all I needed.

Every day that week, when he came out of that meeting room and I saw him, he smiled. And I swooned.

Then, those meetings stopped. I didn’t see him anymore and missed that smile.

I told myself I just needed to get over it.

I was disgusted with myself for being so desperate over this small amount of attention.

I tried to tell myself that and that’s when the texts started.

Brad must have gotten my number from my employee file or something …

I never even thought to ask. I didn’t care how he got it; he was flirting with me.

ME! Where I come from, that’s unheard of.

Guys like that don’t pay attention to girls like me.

He was giving me all the attention I needed, and then some. Of course I fell for him. And when that first “Hey, you up?” text showed up I jumped at the opportunity to return that attention and show him … prove to him that I was worth the time.

Besides, we've been careful. We barely look at each other at work and basically act like we don't know each other at all until we're alone together. I mean, I’d prefer if we didn’t have to keep it a secret, but Brad says it’s safer this way.

The fact that I am willing to break our rule about not conversing at work shows how desperate I am getting. I think it will be fine though ... it's late. It's Friday. If I catch even a hint of someone else in the office, I'll turn right around and forget the whole thing.

I hit the elevator button and make my way up to the top floor where Brad's office is.

Lucky for me, it's quiet up here and the only light I see on is the one coming from his office.

My heart thrums with excitement as I make the short walk to his office and stops cold when I open the door to see what's happening inside.

Brad has no problem fraternizing with his own secretary at work apparently.

Bent over the desk, right where I hoped I'd be in the next half-hour, is his newest assistant Olivia.

Skirt bunched up around her waist, and her large breasts squished against the desk as Brad viciously pounds into her.

She spots me first, freezes for a moment, then reaches her hand behind her to smack Brad who still hasn't noticed me.

He freezes now but doesn't say anything. He just stares at me, one eyebrow raised, looking at me like I’m the problem in this scenario.

You have got to be kidding me.

I don't say anything either. What could I possibly say in this situation anyways? I just drop the takeout in the doorway of his office where it lands with a thud, then a splatter. I can't lie, I was hoping he might chase after me, shout an apology, literally something. ANYTHING.

But he doesn't. My body overheats with these extreme, polarizing emotions as I stand and wait for the elevator, but it quickly turns to anger and disgust as I hear the distinct sounds of them starting up again.

I won't cry. I won't cry. I won't cry.

I let myself get on the elevator and the doors just barely close before I start sobbing.