Loving the Bad Guy

Beep

thes scattered all over her floor from last night's solo erotic act. Groaning, she reaches out a hand to silence the incessant beeping, grabs a shirt from her drawer right beside her

glance at the caller ID, still half-asleep and disoriented from her

on the other end was stern and unmistakably male, s

the urgency of the situation. "Who's this?" she managed t

annoyance, cutting off her question before she could finish. "And if you don't mak

sank in. She knew she couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip throu

k, her voice trailing off as Nathan i

e dripped with sarcasm and irritation as he abruptly ended the c

with thoughts of the interview she was already late for. She moved through her morning r

othes she could find, running a brush through her tangled hair and dabbing at her face with a splash of water. As she

the way of her professional ambitions. With a final glance in the mirror and a muttered curse under her breath, "ughh....I HA

...

mix of anxiety and determination. She dodged pedestrians and traffic with pr

ith exertion as she hurried towards the entrance. With each step, her nerves threatened to overw

n of Nathan Stones. She spotted a receptionist at the front desk. She recalled her past experience with

she announced breathlessly,

expression unimpressed. "Name?" she asked curtly, tappin

r voice steady despite the adren

ked the schedule. After a moment, she looked up and gestured towards the el

ounding in her chest. As the doors slid open, she stepped inside and p

hts of the interview that awaited her. She ran through potential questio

an air of power and prestige. Stacy's heart skipped a beat as she stepped ou

he corners of his lips. Despite her frustration and resentment towards him, Stacy couldn't deny the u

inkling with a hint of amusement too. "I thought you'd never make it" he said, hi

she replied evenly, her voice betraying none of the nerves that churned in her stomach. "Sorry I'm late ev

composure. He gets to his desk, walks over to his seat to sit down. Stacy walks ov

re you d

er than ever, stops

r the interview..??" Stacy hesitantly confu

ing notes!!!" He said in a commanding tone while he shuffled around his table grab

ng disoriented trying to understand the situation "I don

g agitated like he wasn't in the mood for any of this. He walks up to Stacy,

as they both stood still,

cy felt her heart pound against her chest, adrenaline surging through her veins. His agitated de

n a cloud of anticipation. Their breaths mingled, a dance of desire and uncertainty. Inche

fragile moment. Nathan's secretary barged in, "The board members are here sir, they're waiting for you", her interruption

l manifestation of his dominance, "You're my new assistant now! You go where I go, do what I ask and take notes." He said sternly before striding out of the roo

that whatever she felt, her arrogant, obnoxious,