I look professional and confident—exactly what I'm going for. Iamgoing to be the new secretary for C Industries.
I remember how Charlie said he would steal me away from wherever I worked, and I vaguely wonder where he works. He definitely had that powerful-rich-guy aura dripping off of him. I wonder if he works for a financial corporation or if maybe he's a CEO somewhere. I can definitely see him in that sort of leadership role.
I shake my head and scowl when I realize my thoughts have drifted to my stepbrother once again.
I grab my purse and firmly remind myself that I don't care what Charlie Callahan does or where he works. That's none of my business. My new life begins at C Industries today, and hopefully, I won't have to see my annoying stepbrother very often.
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Charlie
I scowlat the knock on my door before I call out gruffly, “Come in.”
Jesus. I pass a weary hand over my face. I've got to tone it down a notch. I'm starting to sound like my moody fucking brother Luke.
Mary pokes her head into the door to tell me, “Your new secretary is on her way up. Apparently, she's so good HR hired her on the spot. Would you like me to send her in when she gets here?”
I huff out a breath. Training a new secretary is the last thing I'm in the mood for after the restless night I just had. I dreamed of red curls and sky-blue eyes all night, and I woke up humping my pillow like a horny high school kid.
What makes matters worse is that I continued to imagine it was her as I rubbed one out on my pillow and made a mess of my sheets. I don't think I've ever done anything like that—even when Iwasa stupid high school teenager.
And I should feel sick at my lustful thoughts because Sharon is my stepsister. It's taboo and forbidden.
But you're not really related, a little voice inside my head that sounds suspiciously like my hard cock reminds me.
It doesn't matter. It's wrong.
Says who?that voice says again.
I scowl when I realize I'm having a mental conversation with myself like an insane person.
“Yes, go ahead and send her in when she gets here,” I say before I slide the paperwork that's staring at me across the desk.
I can't focus on the numbers today, though. All I can think about is Sharon's pretty blue eyes and bouncy red curls and if those curls would bounce in the air as she bounced up and down on my cock.
Fuck, I meant what I said yesterday. Why can't I hireherto be my new secretary? My lips tip up at the thought of having her at my every beck and call. Nowthat’san intriguing thought.
But that'd be dangerous because I don't think there's any way I could keep my hands off her if I was around her all the time. No, it's probably for the best that I stay far away from her and forget about her.
A knock at my door pulls me from thoughts of my redheaded stepsister. I stand and straighten my suit jacket. Might as well get this over with. “Come in.”
The door swings open, and fuck if all the blood in my body doesn't rush down straight to my cock when the object of my thoughts is standing right there looking even prettier today than she did at the wedding reception.
“Hello, Mister C. I'm—" The words die in her throat, and her eyes widen as they meet mine. “You,” she stutters out.
I can't help the smug smirk that tips my lips at seeing her so startled and speechless.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
I splay my hands out. “Isn't it obvious? I'm the CEO of this corporation. I think a better question would be what areyoudoing here?” Satisfaction is already slithering up my spine because I know exactly what she’s doing here, and it’s just made my day.
Her cheeks color. “They told me your name was Mr. C.”
“C stands for Callaghan, kitten.” Her eyes flash when I call her kitten, and I don’t really know what possessed me to do so, just that the moniker slipped out. I decide that I like it. It suits her.
I come out from behind my desk and began walking over to her with a hand stuffed casually in my pocket.
Her eyes widen with comprehension before they narrow again as she watches my approach. She glares at me as if this is somehow my fault.