“Lateisha? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, don’t worry. I mean, I just got into the office and I met John, er, Mr. Wilson and he talked to me about my position a bit. He did leave out a few things though. Where do I put my lunch? I didn’t see a kitchen when I was walking in. Also, what time do I take lunch? And how the hell do I use these phones?” Lateisha stood and looked down the hall to make sure John couldn’t hear her. He was on the phone in his office, the door pulled closed, with his back to the door. Glass walls were a gift and a curse.
Bryce chuckled. “Slow down and take a deep breath. You get lunch opposite of Rachel, my assistant, jus
t in case any important calls come through during that time. She usually goes around noon, so you would have the one o’clock slot. We only have one kitchen and it’s on my floor. Feel free to come and go as you please. If you want to come eat lunch with me today I’ll show you how the phones work. Otherwise, Rachel can show you.”
Lateisha snorted at his last comment and Bryce laughed. “I’ll come to your office for lunch.”
“Great!” Bryce exclaimed. “I mean that will be nice,” he added with slightly less enthusiasm.
Lateisha stifled a laugh. They exchanged goodbyes and then she hung up, stowing her phone and purse inside of her desk and locking it. Checking around to be sure that no one needed her, Lateisha headed to the elevators to ride up to the sixteenth floor. Bryce insisted that his chef make them each a healthy lunch to bring to work that day so Lateisha didn’t want it to spoil.
Punching the number sixteen in the elevator, Lateisha looked down at her new, and really expensive, heels. They weren’t so comfy but they were beautiful. The elevator opened up and Lateisha stepped out, looking down the hall. There at her desk, sitting tall and beautiful, was the Blond Bitch. It was either Lateisha’s imagination or the woman was sneering at her. Convincing herself it was her imagination, Lateisha walked towards the glass double door. She reached out and tugged. They were locked. Sighing, she knocked on the glass. The bitch looked up and smirked, knowing damn well she saw Lateisha exit the elevator, and took her time pressing the button to allow her to enter.
Lateisha sauntered through the door, an evil look on her face. “Thanks for opening the door,” she said with contempt.
The bitch smiled bitterly. “I didn’t see you there,” she replied with fake remorse and grabbed her chest.
Lateisha ignored her and walked down the hall towards the kitchen seething with anger. Who did that bitch think she was and what the hell was her problem? Stopping in the entrance to the kitchen she looked around. It was a nice size for an office kitchen. There was a large French door refrigerator, an area in the corner with a small round table, a microwave and a sink next to the fridge and the obligatory coffee maker. There were even two soda machines and a snack machine. Lateisha eyed up the soda machine to see if it had ginger ale; Bryce’s one exception for soda since she was pregnant and nauseated.
“Checking out the new digs?” Bryce said from behind her and she jumped. The assistant had her on edge.
“Yes I am. But don’t ever say that again.” Lateisha laughed and deposited her lunch bag in the fridge.
“Why? Isn’t that what all the cool kids say?” Bryce chuckled, clearly pleased with his joke.
“I don’t think they do.” Lateisha turned to walk from the kitchen and back down the hall towards the elevators.
“I thought you wanted to learn the new phones?” Bryce asked, grabbing her arm.
Lateisha closed her eyes. His hand on her arm made her want things she had no business wanting. How could he do that to her with just one touch?
“I, uh, thought we were doing that at lunchtime?” She stuttered.
“Since you’re here, let’s just get it out of the way.”
Bryce didn’t release her right away and they stood, staring at each other. The sound of a person clearing their throat made Lateisha jump back and Bryce drop her arm.
“Bryce, getting cozy with the new assistant?” His assistant asked, tsking her tongue.
Bryce glared at her and Lateisha wondered what was going on there. “Just showing her around, Rachel.” Bryce placed his hand on the small of Lateisha’s back and ushered her from room. Then he turned back to Rachel. “And I won’t tell you again to call me Mr. Henderson.”
Rachel feigned injury to her pride, pouting her lip out and dropping her eyes. Bryce turned from her and rolled his eyes. Lateisha didn’t say a word just kept walking until they reached Bryce’s office. It wasn’t any of her business what went on with his assistant. Was it?
“I’m sorry for that. Have a seat behind my desk and I’ll show you the phone system. It’s quite easy once you know what you’re doing.”
Lateisha sat down in Bryce’s plush leather chair, sinking into the cushion a bit. Bryce walked behind her and leaned forward, his face close to hers. Lateisha inhaled his scent and her face heated. He was too close. Despite her efforts to ignore his proximity and concentration on what he was saying, Lateisha could only think about the last time they were together and she was in his arms. Her breathing became labored and her heart began to pound. The sensitive spot between her legs began to throb with need. It was too much.
“Can you back up a bit?” She asked, trying to hide her distress.
Bryce looked at her funny and smiled. He knew damn well what he was doing to her and he was enjoying it.
“What’s wrong, Lateisha?” He asked, his voice husky.
This was not happening her first day at a new job. Sure, he owned the company but this had to be frowned upon.
“Bryce, I…”