Page 10 of Wolfish Player (Steamy Latte Reads Collection #2)

THE CEO

ADRIAN

T he following morning, Heather walks into my office in a pastel pink dress and white blazer.

Her hair is pinned up in wavy curls—again—and as she walks toward my desk in nude-colored stilettos, my cock stiffens in my pants.

“Good morning, Mr. Wolfson.” She smiles. “How are you today?”

“I’d be a lot better if you followed my dress-code request.”

“My first day was very stressful, but I believe with time I’ll get the hang of it,” she says. “Thank you so much for asking.”

“Your office is to the left of me,” I say. “Find your way there. Now.”

“I wanted to let you know about a few things I discovered that may make things a bit easier around here.”

“You’ve been here for one day.” I catch a flash of black lace peeking through the neckline of her dress. “I doubt you’ve found anything worth changing.”

“The interns are now on a rotating schedule for bringing your coffee.”

As if on cue, one of them walks into my office and sets a cup down on my desk. He pauses long enough to give Heather a not-so-subtle double take before leaving.

“In addition to the advance copies being alphabetized,” she says, “I arranged them like I organize my bookshelf at home.”

“Are you planning to move in here soon or something?”

“It should be by genre,” she says. “I mean, as a publisher, you’d think you would’ve figured that out long ago.”

“Again, you’ve been here one day .”

“I also have some ideas for promo plans for the upcoming romance releases,” she says. “Theresa and I chatted about it for hours yesterday, and she said she’ll present them to you today.”

So, Theresa is going to be a problem for me too?

“I’m now going to address the long-ass checklist you sent to me at midnight.” There’s a bit of venom behind her smile. “Thank you so much for sending that so late.”

“You’re very welcome, Miss Barrett.” I glance at her office, then back at her. “Can you please step out of my sight now?”

“Gladly.” She walks away, and as much as I try to resist, it’s futile. I watch her ass until she disappears and slams the door.

I spend the rest of the day in my second office, sending her another list just to keep her at a distance.