Page 12 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“Luci,” I corrected, still smiling.
This guy looked to be about my age. Certainly closer to twenty than thirty. I didn’t suspect he was an additional partner that I hadn’t met yesterday. He didn’t have the same imposing demeanor that the other men had. Plus, he was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a pink polo shirt instead of a suit.
He wiped his hand on a napkin he was holding as he moved toward me. Pranced would probably be a better way to describe it.
“So nice to meet you, honey.” He held out his hand. “I’m Jordan. The receptionist.”
I shook his hand, but my smile faltered.
Wait.
What?
He was the receptionist?
Then who was I?
When he released my hand, he moved to the desk and set his load down. A cup of coffee, croissant, and car keys. His blue eyes moved up to the clock on the wall.
“Thank goodness. One minute to spare. And you already got the lights, so technically, I’m ahead of schedule.”
I tried not to frown, but I was working really hard to figure out what was going on here.
Jordan spun to face me, a huge grin plastered on his expressive features. His blond hair was styled perfectly. Not that sexy, mussed look that a lot of guys went for either. His was brushed to the side and he had bangs hanging over his forehead. His face was clean shaven, his eyebrows groomed better than mine, and not a single hair out of place. He was…pretty.
“Congratulations on the new job,” he said kindly.
“Uh…thank you?”
“Did they show you your office?”
“My what?” I was confused.
“God, you’re cute. I can totally see why they hired you.” He chuckled, then took my hand. “You’re just lucky I’m gay or I’d be all up on you right now. However, my man would so not be into that, so you’re safe.”
I laughed. Couldn’t help myself.
“I’m loving the outfit, by the way. Very sexy yet professional. They’re going to love you.”
I was completely overwhelmed by Jordan. He was cute, in a little-brother sort of way. Considering he wasn’t taller than me when I was wearing heels, he almost felt like he was my little brother.
I liked him instantly.
Plus, his smile was infectious.
“Come on,” he said, tugging my hand. “Let’s get you situated. The bosses’ll be here any minute.”
I snatched my purse from the desk—apparently his desk, not mine—and allowed him to drag me down the hall. My heels clicked on the tile, which sounded overly loud in the otherwise silent space.
“This is the main conference room,” he noted as he released my hand to insert a key in the lock. It was the room I’d had my interview in. He turned it until it clicked, then pulled the key out.
We were once again in motion, moving to more doors on the opposite side of the hall.
“Restrooms are here; however, there are private restrooms in the back as well.” He did the same with both doors, men and women. We moved to the next door. “This is the break room.” Another lock was disengaged.
All the locked doors explained why the elevator stopped on this floor without needing a key.
Jordan paused momentarily so I could peek inside. The break room was as stylish as the rest of the place, with a stainless-steel refrigerator and several glass-topped tables with chairs neatly arranged around them. There was a coffeemaker and a tray full of snacks on the counter.
The second I turned back, Jordan was once again tugging my hand.
We came to a set of heavy, opaque-glass doors that had the name of the firm engraved on them. Once he unlocked them, Jordan pushed one open easily.
“Back here are the bosses’ offices.” He didn’t stop when we passed the first closed door, or the second.
I could see farther down that there were two additional doors and I could only assume those were offices too. Instead, Jordan took a right, down a wide hallway lined with gleaming white filing cabinets that split the four rooms right down the middle. There was no door here.
“This, doll, is your office.”
Technically, I didn’t think it could be called an office because it didn’t have a door. However, it did have an incredible view behind the glass-topped desk. There was a tall building directly across that blocked a portion of the view; however, to the right and left of the building, I could see almost all of downtown. The space was probably the size of my entire apartment, with a few potted plants, as well as four doors that faced my new desk.
Based on the layout on the opposite side, I could only assume those four doors led to their individual offices. Interesting layout, two exits for each room.
“You’ve got a phone, but it won’t ring unless I direct a call to you. It works to call out, though. Just dial nine to get an outside line. And if you need me, I’m one on the speed dial.”
