Yes, Mr Knight
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Natalie Roche
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The Heartthrob and the Blonde
JAMIE
Mason Knight.
He had an unforgettable faceânot just because he was extremely attractive, but because it was plastered on the cover of every single magazine in the city. The hottest, most eligible billionaire bachelor in the world. He was tall, muscular, had a jawline you could cut diamonds with, and a gaze that promised a world of pleasure and pain.
But his personality stinks.
He was an asshole through and through, not a kind or thoughtful bone in his body.
When he set his sights on a woman, she was his for one night and one night only.
Unfortunately, he was also my boss.
Well, my bossâs son, but he ordered me around like he owned me anyway.
I stared numbly at the photocopier as it coughed up the rest of the memos I was supposed to prepare. It was during lunch break, but I had to get a head start on all this extra work.
Jamie
probably gonna be late tonight
Ethan
classic
Jamie
not my fault
Carmen
staying late with that sexy boss of yours? đđ
Jamie
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Jamie
heâs probably slept with half the women at the company by now
Carmen
can you blame them?
Jamie
yes
Jamie
i donât wanna be another one of his floozys
Ethan
weâll be at the usual table
Jamie
be there asap
Carmen
take your time đ
Carmen
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I shook my head, a smile on my face. Iâve been friends with Carmen and Ethan for years, and their antics still cracked me up. I piled the papers into my arms and slowly made my way to Masonâs office. Iâd just drop these off on his desk and grab a quick bite to eat before lunch ended.
Carmenâs convinced that Iâm going to end up sleeping with Mason. Iâd be lying if I said that I hadnât thought of it. Mason could make supermodels look like street bums. Hell, Iâd checked out his butt in those designer pants a few times as he walked by.
But there was no way Iâd let myself get caught up in it. Mixing my personal and professional life would be a nightmare.
I bumped open Masonâs door and froze.
There in front of me was Mason Knightâs tanned, toned, bare ass.
His pants were half down his legs as he banged Jen from the finance department on his desk.
âHarder,â she moaned in delight, and he moved at a more rapid pace.
When she opened her eyes and saw me standing there, she let out a screech and covered her humongous fake tits.
âOh my God, Mason!â
Mason Knight paused, twisted around, and set his dark eyes on me, the kind of eyes that would have anyone cowering at his feet.
âUh, hereâs the documents you wantedâŠâ I mumbled.
âJesus Christâget the fuck out,â he ordered.
I closed the door in a panic and scurried back to my desk with the photocopies still in hand; it wasnât like the man was in the position to take them off me.
I sat back down behind my desk, heat in my cheeks, feeling absolutely mortified.
Why didnât you just bolt, Jamie?? Such an idiot.
I grabbed my things in a rush, hoping to escape before Mason could corner me. The last thing I wanted to do was face him alone after seeing him in the act.
I rushed away from my desk, turning the corner towards the elevators...and slammed right into a muscular chest. Powerful arms wrapped around me to keep me from tumbling to the floor.
âAnd where do you think youâre going?â Mason said in my ear, causing a shiver to roll down my spine.
âUh, well the photocopies are done, and I didnât have any lunch yet, soâŠâ
âMy office. Now.â
He turned around and walked away without another word, expecting me to follow. I crossed the room, shaking in my four-inch Mary Janes.
Just be polite and maybe heâll forget the whole thingâŠ
I saw Jen walking down the hallway towards the elevators, very pointedly not looking in my direction. Well, Iâd be embarrassed too if I got walked in on.
I followed Mason back into his office. He sat down in the black leather swivel chair behind his desk, glaring at me as I closed the door behind me.
As my mother always said, If looks could killâŠ
My hands fidgeted in front of me. Thatâs how nervous he was making me, like I was back in school being told off by a teacher.
âJamie.â He sat forward in his chair. âYou disrespected me back there by walking into my office unannounced. You should know youâre supposed to knock before you come in.â
Prick.
âWell maybe you shouldnât have been banging a woman in your office during lunch break,â my mouth said before my brain could catch up. I wanted to kick myself. Talking back to Mason Knight would not help.
âI can do whateverâor whoeverâI want in my office.â The force of his glare was so strong that it made me want to inch back towards the door.
âYour dad wouldnât appreciate youââ
âMy dad will never know, because you wonât tell him a word about this.â
âOr what?â I challenged.
âOr Iâll fucking fire you.â
My jaw almost hit the ground. âThatâsâŠâ
âIllegal?â he smirked, standing up from his chair and walking toward me. He loomed over me, trapping me against the door to his office. âYou think that matters to me? You donât think I can bury you if I wanted?â
My knees began to shake as he trapped me with those dark, intense eyes of his. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off of his body and smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
For a second I could understand the allure of having Mason Knight above me. To feel his weight pushing down on me as he held me with those powerful armsâŠ
âDo you understand me?â he asked, his voice like velvet.
âY-yes, Mason,â I stammered, clearing my mind of that crazy idea.
âItâs Mr. Knight. Iâm your boss. Get used to calling me that.â
I just nodded, afraid that Iâd blurt out another sarcastic remark.
âAnd just to make sure you donât squeal, Iâm going to be keeping a close eye on you.â He leaned even closer, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his dress shirt. âCongratulations, Jamie, youâre going to be my personal assistant.â
What?
Is he insane? I just saw his bare ass as he pumped into Jen from finance over and over again. The last thing I wanted to do was to spend more time with him. But looking up at him, seeing the expression in those dark, bottomless eyesâŠdid I really have a choice?
âArenât you glad?â he asked. âI donât usually have a personal assistant. Youâre the exception.â
âYes,â I said drily.
âYes, what?â
âYes, Mr. Knight.â
He smiled at me, dark and dangerous.
âGood. You start now.â
