Page 8 of Selfish Suit (Steamy Latte Reads Collection #1)

THE CEO

DOMINIC

A t exactly twelve forty-five, Ivy walks into my office with a covered silver tray. As she crosses the floor in the dark purple dress that clings to her curves in all the right places, I’m mentally drafting another message to Human Resources.

I’ve made a mistake in adding the additional element to Miss Locke’s job description. Place her someplace where she’ll be out of my sight whenever we’re not in marketing meetings…

She hasn’t even been here a full day, and I’ve already had five fantasies of what I’d like to do to her smart-ass mouth.

“Thank you for this lunch, Miss Locke.” I smile at her as she sets it down. “I really appreciate it.”

“You’re so very welcome, Mr. Sutton.” She lays out the silverware—just like Tracey taught her to—and then she serves me a smile that looks like it could be a prologue for my murder.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you happy, sir?”

Bend over my desk…

“No, but here…” I pull out my wallet and take out a hundred-dollar bill. “I know how you feel about getting a decent tip for your work. I believe I owe you this anyway, correct?”

“If you promoted me just to make me see how terrible you are, I’m sorry to say you’ve wasted your time,” she says. “I already knew that.”

“That’s not why I promoted you,” I say. “I could’ve sworn I already discussed this…”

“Is there going to be any actual ‘marketing’ work involved on my first day, then? Or should I start waiting in anxious anticipation of your dinner order?”

“I don’t take too kindly to being assaulted with words, Miss Locke.”

“Then I hope you never hear what everyone else in this building really thinks of you…”

“Now I see exactly why you got written up so many times,” I say, rescinding the tip. “It’s like you’re desperate to have the last word.”

“Only when the other person is so obviously wrong.”

“Get out of my office and don’t say a goddamn thing on your way out.”

Thankfully, she obliges.

“What were you saying about her being a great hire again?” Braxton is standing by the door, smirking. “Rewind that back for me, please.”

“You can get the hell out, too…”