Page 16 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
Except for Langston. That man intimidated me. But not necessarily in a bad way.
“Good.” Jordan took my arm and steered me out of the elevator when it arrived in the main lobby. “It’ll be nice for one of their girls to hang around for a while. So, what’s your pleasure?” he asked the second we stepped into the bustling sandwich shop. “I’m pretty simple. Turkey and cheddar for me.”
I didn’t even bother glancing at the menu. “Uh…roast beef and Swiss. On wheat. And spicy mustard.”
“I’m betting you’re a riot at Starbucks,” he said with a chuckle.
After we ordered and paid and our sandwiches were prepared, I followed Jordan to a table against the wall. I wasn’t surprised to see that the small restaurant was packed. From what I could tell, it was the only one in the building, which was quite convenient for those who worked nearby.
“How long have you worked here?” I asked, opening my baked Lay’s.
Jordan was unwrapping his sandwich when he smiled at me. “Eighteen months and let me tell you, it’s been a ride.”
“Really? You like working here?”
“Considering they leave me alone most of the time, sure. I get to interact with the clients, talk on the phone all day, play on the Internet when I’m bored, and they pay me to do all that…” He grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I love it.”
I wanted to ask Jordan to give me some insight into the bosses, but I didn’t. I liked Jordan and all, but I needed to get to know him a little before I started prying. He might’ve been the kind to run to the bosses and tell them I was asking questions, for all I knew. I didn’t want to look like a nosy Nancy. Not yet, anyway.
“You don’t get bored?” As of right now, I was worried that I wasn’t going to have enough to do. And yes, the morning had passed quickly, but unless someone wanted coffee this afternoon, I wasn’t really sure what I would have on my agenda.
“Never. The pace here is fast. In fact, they work long hours. Sometimes late into the night.”
“Does their secretary?”
“Sometimes. But they always ask first. A couple of them didn’t want to, but some of them have. To be honest, I think the reason they’ve had to work late was because their secretary couldn’t handle her share of the workload.”
I made a mental note of that. I would not let these guys down.
Continuing with the small talk, I asked, “How many secretaries have they had?”
“About one every other month,” Jordan said around a mouthful. “Although they’ve had to go a few weeks without one from time to time. The longest was a girl who stayed for seven weeks, but they eventually had to let her go.”
One every two months? Wow.
That was a lot.
“Do you know why they don’t keep them?”
He shook his head. “I think they haven’t found anyone who can keep up with the fast pace. I don’t think it’s been personal. Then again, most of them didn’t hang out with me since we’re separated ninety-nine percent of the time. A couple were really snobbish. I think they rubbed the bosses the wrong way, too.”
For whatever reason, that statement had me conjuring up some pretty dirty images of rubbing the bosses. Only I’d be doing it the right way.
And there went my inner hussy, clearly tired of being caged. I had to get laid sometime soon or who knew what I might do.
Sheesh.
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The phone on my desk rang right at three o’clock. It was coming from inside, so I grabbed the receiver before it rang a second time.
“Luci, when you get a minute, can you please come in here?” Justin’s voice was rich and sexy as it seemed to caress me through the phone.
Yep. I was in some serious trouble here.
Shaking myself out of my sex-hazed stupor, I answered with, “Yes, sir.”
Hanging up the phone, I started toward his office door, then paused. I went back to my desk, grabbed a notepad and pen, then returned. Tapping twice, I waited until he called me inside.
“It’s open.”
I pushed open the door and offered him a shy smile.
“Please, have a seat,” he urged, nodding toward one of the three chairs across from his desk.
Moving slowly, I glanced around, admiring every square inch of Justin’s office. I had yet to be in here, so I felt the need to take it all in.
His desk was more traditional, a dark mahogany, probably eight feet wide or so. Very sturdy. For whatever reason, it had me thinking about being laid out on top of it, legs spread…
Shit.
I shook off the thought and took a deep breath as I moved to the chair and eased down into it. It was the same rich color as the desk, and there were two matching ones on either side of it. Like Ben’s and Landon’s offices, Justin’s also had sofas. Two, which were set up the same as Ben’s, facing each other with tables on each end. There were no windows in this room; however, there was a television on the wall and bookshelves, too. His held various products. I figured they were samples from his clients.
