Playboy Ever After

by Chance Carter

  The laugh that rippled through me was completely genuine. I loved how easy it was talking to Max. Even though I was still nervous and a little awkward because of how damn attractive he was, I felt generally at ease with the handsome stranger.

  “In that case, I only bowl over the ungrateful bastards,” I said, with a little half-smile. “Which today I guess puts you at the top of my list.”

  His eyes flashed. “I don’t think I mind being there.”

  Electricity zapped between us. I hadn’t gone this mushy over a guy other than Lance in a long time, and even with Lance, the attraction had never been so intense.

  Ugh. Lance.

  Talk about throwing a bucket of ice water over my mood.

  Max looked down at his watch, a flashy Rolex that probably cost more than my dream wedding. “I’ve got a meeting to get to,” he said. “But it was nice to meet you, Emma.”

  “Likewise.”

  He grinned, “Perhaps I’ll see you around.”

  I offered another shrug, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  He stepped around me and walked toward the elevator, though the rich sound of his laugh floated back to me. It took everything in me not to turn and watch him walk away. He probably had a spectacular ass. It was a damn shame that I needed to keep at least a tiny shred of my dignity.

  When I got out into the cool air, I found that my cheeks were burning. I wondered if I’d been blushing like that the whole time.

  I texted Willow, filling her in on what had happened. She was excited that I’d had a flirtatious conversation with a complete stranger, and that he’d been sex on legs to boot. Maybe excited didn’t cover it. She was thrilled. She wanted me to get over Lance more than I even wanted me to get over Lance. Not to say I didn’t want to get over him, just that I didn’t see the need to rush. Getting over a heartbreak took time, right?

  One thing was for certain—even if my encounter with Max had been a little embarrassing, it was a big step for me. And a good one, too. For the first time in a long time I walked down the street with my head held high, feeling like I could take whatever the world wanted to throw at me.

  Chapter 4

  Max

  Jeremy had a bad habit of rearranging everything in my office, from the moment he first stepped in to the millisecond before he left. Right now he was stacking paperclips into some sort of pyramid structure, and I left him to it. Cleaning up a few paperclips would be easier than rearranging the chairs once he was gone.

  “Do you think they’ll take the deal?” I asked.

  We were in the process of acquiring a couple properties on the outskirts of the city. They were far from exceptional investments, but I was eager to expand my father’s business in any and every way I could. He’d started working at Goodman-Westfield back when it was still Goodman, Inc., and had moved up the ranks until he was Bernard Goodman’s right hand man. The older man had practically treated my father like the son he never had, and my father had paid him back by using his sound business acumen to make strong investments and build the company. Goodman-Westfield was only what it was today because of my father’s hard work. It was a legacy I wanted to honor.

  “Of course they will. Their lawyers are a bunch of weak-willed sea sponges. Now, if they had someone like your mother on their legal team...” He made a throat slitting gesture.

  I laughed. “That woman has a sixth sense for sniffing out weakness.”

  “If only you’d inherited such a talent,” Jeremy mused. “Perhaps then you wouldn’t be so vulnerable to her every whim.”

  I sat up in my chair, frowning. “I am not vulnerable to her every whim.”

  “Oh, come on, Max.” My friend smiled. “I’m just messing with you. Although, I do think it’s worth mentioning that although you inevitably reject every girl she sends your way, you still let her keep sending them.”

  “You say let her as if I have a choice in the matter,” I muttered. “Even after she’s dead, she’ll be sending me potential wives from beyond the grave.”

  “Unless you’ve already married one of them by then.”

  I exhaled through my teeth. “Not likely.”

  Jeremy moved on from his paperclip creation to the stack of post it notes beside my computer. He tore one off and sat back, folding it thoughtfully.

  “I heard about her declaration at your birthday,” Jeremy said. “Very ominous.”

  “Who told you about that?”

  “Haddie.” He grinned. “That girl’s an awful gossip.”

  “Only because she knows how annoying you can be when you want to.”

  I didn’t mind that Haddie had told Jeremy about what my mother said. As far as I was concerned, Jeremy was privy to any and all secrets I might have, and Haddie knew that. But the new PA, whoever he or she was, wouldn’t know anything about me or how I liked my office run. Or my life.

  “When’s the new girl start?” Jeremy asked, sensing my train of thought.

  “Haddie said today. Can’t remember if it’s a woman or a man though.”

  “Here’s to hoping for a beautiful young woman.” Jeremy placed the tiny, neon pink paper airplane on my desk and then crossed his fingers.

  “As long as they can do the job, I don’t care.”

  There was a knock on the door, and I glanced up. “Come in.”

  Haddie walked in a moment later, smiling brightly at us. “I see you two are hard at work.” She gave a pointed glance to the tower of paperclips and the little paper airplane.

  I was too distracted to answer by the sight of the woman who walked in behind her.

  No. It couldn’t be.

  But, then again it made sense that Emma, the girl who’d run into me in the lobby a week ago, would be my new assistant. That would explain why she was in the building, and her being unable to say whether she worked there or not. Plus, it was the kind of cruel shit that fate would do.

  “You know us,” said Jeremy, eyes raking over the slender redhead. I wanted to reach over the desk and smack him. “Always hard... at work.”

  I rolled my eyes. So did Haddie. I was going to miss her.

  “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to Emma Valentine.” She pushed the girl in front of her, presenting Emma like she was a show pony. “Emma, this is Max Westfield and Jeremy Braun. Max is, as you know, your boss. Jeremy doesn’t work here, but he’s constantly lingering and we can’t seem to get rid of him.”

  “Hey!” Jeremy objected. “I could sue you for that.”

  Haddie raised an incredulous brow, then looked at me. “That’s the best your corporate lawyer’s got? Are you sure you’re getting the most for your money?”

  Emma looked like she was officially in over her head. While we three laughed and joked with each other, she was staring at me with a wide eyed expression that said it still hadn’t sunk in that the man she’d been flirting with a week ago was now her boss.

  I liked her when she was a little off balance like this. She seemed so confident at times, and at others so shy. It was a delicious mix.

  “Emma and I have met actually,” I said, standing and offering my new assistant my hand anyway.

  “You have?” asked Haddie.

  Emma shook my hand, and I wondered if she also felt the current of electricity that passed between our palms.

  “We ran into each other in the lobby after my interview,” Emma supplied.

  She pulled her hand back and cradled it against her stomach like I’d burned her.

  “Quite literally.” I sat back down, and tried to look as least intimidating as possible. More than anything, I wanted this girl to be a good employee. Being afraid of me wouldn’t help that along.

  Almost more than that, I wanted to slam her against the wall and ravage her mouth with mine. The way her pencil skirt hugged the tight curve of her hips was enough to drive a man insane, and the cleavage peeking through her blouse wasn’t helping things. She had an angelic face and delicious, plump lips, and I’d been hoping to see her again since our fi
rst meeting. But not like this.

  “I’ve got lots of stuff I need to show Emma still,” said Haddie. “And it looks like you boys have got, uh, stuff to do as well.” She grinned cheekily. “We’re just outside if you need anything.”

  I watched Emma walk out the door, her ass bouncing in the tight skirt, making my cock twitch in response. She closed the door behind her, and when I looked to Jeremy, he wore a knowing smile.

  “Now that’s going to be a distraction,” he said.

  I ran a hand through my hair and sat up in my chair. “That was the same thing you said when Haddie first started.”

  While it was the same thing he’d said when Haddie first started, the situations were entirely incomparable. I hadn’t talked to Haddie before, hadn’t thought about kissing her before I’d even known her name. And even though Haddie was beautiful, she’d never brought out a carnal lust in me like Emma did.

  Jeremy wasn’t buying my excuse either. “Oh, please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You were looking at that girl like you wanted to eat her. I’ve never seen you with so much as a professional hair out of place, but she got a reaction.” He grinned, “That girl is going to be trouble with a capital T.”

  “She’s going to be my new assistant,” I corrected impatiently. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

  Jeremy raised his eyebrows at my sudden irritation. He didn’t need to say any more to get his point across.

  “We should be talking business anyway.” I sat forward, gathering up the pile of paperwork on my desk. “Where were we?”

  Jeremy sighed, “I can’t believe that not only do you have a mother determined to set you up with beautiful heiresses at the drop of a hat, but now you have a smoking hot new assistant.”

  “Enough.” I made my tone sharp. This time it got the message across. Jeremy slid forward in his seat to look at the papers in front of him, but the expression on his face was almost petulant. Working with my best friend had its advantages and its disadvantages.

  Jeremy and I finished the rest of our business without interruption, and he left soon afterward. Even though the air in the room was a little charged, I knew we’d be fine the next time we saw each other. Jeremy had a talent for dancing on a person’s last nerve, something he often used in the courtroom to destabilize his opponent. He could control it about as well as I could control my snappy temper. I knew that once he was gone, we’d both have some time to breathe and things would smooth out between us in a heartbeat.

  Things didn’t smooth out for me, unfortunately. I wasn’t angry at Jeremy, but I still felt agitated for some reason. I kept wanting to go out and check on my new assistant, but it was an urge I knew I couldn’t give into if I wanted any chance of keeping things professional for the foreseeable future. I was lusting after Emma in a bad way, and I would be the first to admit it. I’d spent my career maintaining as much professional distance in my relationships as possible, because I didn’t want to inherit my father’s reputation. Plus, it didn’t seem right.

  Wanting her felt wrong and agonizing, but that didn’t mean I could stop it. The only thing to do was grin, bear it, and hope that in time I’d find some fault with Emma, something that would dump a bucket of ice water over me so I could see her with a clear head.

  And if nothing came up? Well, I was officially screwed.

  Chapter 5

  Emma

  It was a miracle I made it back to my desk without collapsing into a wiggling pile of goo on the office floor. The moment Haddie turned me back over to the computer, I practically fell into the office chair and had to take a moment to regain my composure without her seeing what had gotten me so frazzled.

  “So, these are the email folders I have set up,” Haddie was saying, giving me a tour of her inbox. “Obviously you’ll have to set up your own with your email, but a lot of the things we do are pretty regular, so it’s good to have an organizational system in place.”

  I nodded, trying to soak up what she was saying, even though my mind kept straying to the dark-haired god seated only a couple dozen feet away from me.

  I couldn’t believe that the hot guy I ran into last week was now my boss. Talk about a cruel twist of fate. The worst part? He was even hotter to me now that I knew he was my boss. Suddenly he’d been labeled ‘forbidden fruit,’ yet he was within arm’s reach at all times. It wasn’t fair.

  “Should we move on to daily tasks?” Haddie asked.

  Crap. I’d completely zoned out.

  “Yeah, sounds good.” I smiled weakly, though she seemed pretty focused on the screen in front of her and didn’t seem to notice.

  I was good at picking things up, and had no doubt in my mind that I’d be fine at this job once I got the hang of it. So far it was pretty straightforward, though Haddie said the duties would layer as I got more accustomed to them. That was fine. I was just happy to be out of my old job and the old rut I used to call my life. I was out on my own—sorta—and taking the business world by storm—a little anyway.

  Remembering my purpose for taking this job, I felt stupid for letting my mind wander about the hot boss. I refocused, and by the end of the day Haddie thought I was ready to be left alone for a bit. I wasn’t so sure.

  “It’s just half an hour,” she said, grabbing her coat from the chair. “Nothing ever happens in the last half hour of the shift anyway, unless Max needs something, and he’s not going to give you anything too stressful to do on your first day.”

  “Thanks, Haddie.” I didn’t want her to see how much I was freaking out inside. I could handle this. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Yes you will!” she said. “Have a good night.”

  With that, Haddie was gone. I watched her swagger through the rows of cubicles toward the elevator, then turned to my computer. For the first time all day I was alone at my desk. It was a strange sensation. I’d never had a desk at work before.

  I started clicking through emails, which Haddie said would help familiarize me with the way things worked around here. I was barely finished reading the second one when my intercom buzzed.

  Crap. Crap! What was I supposed to say again?

  My hands started to sweat. I reached out and pressed the button, cringing as I spoke. “Hello?”

  There was a deep chuckle from the other end of the line. “Hi.”

  I blanched. Why had I answered the damn thing like a telephone? I already knew who was calling.

  “Uh, hey Mr. Westfield. I haven’t quite figured everything here out yet,” I replied. “Are you looking for Haddie? She left already.”

  My heart was racing and I felt completely ridiculous. It was just a conversation. Just a normal conversation with my boss. My hot boss. My incredibly hot boss.

  No big deal.

  “I was looking for you, actually,” he replied smoothly. “Would you mind coming into my office?”

  “Not at all,” I gulped. “I’ll be right in.”

  “Great.”

  I sucked down a mouthful of air as I pulled my hand from the button, wondering if I was in trouble already. What could I have possibly done wrong on my first day?

  Straightening my skirt, I rose onto wobbly feet and did my best, most confident walk to his office door. Luckily, it was a short walk.

  I knocked, listening for his reply.

  “Come in.”

  Max grinned at me when I entered. “We just talked, you know. You don’t have to knock as well.”

  I closed the door behind me, smiling nervously. “Noted. What can I do for you?”

  Maybe he just wanted me to fetch him a coffee or something. It was a bit late in the day for one, but at least that was something I could do pretty easily.

  Max gestured for the seat in front of his desk. “Please. Take a seat.”

  I didn’t like the way this was going. I hated suspense. I once tried to get into reading thrillers, but I’d always get too antsy and read ahead to see what happened. Apparently I was just one of those people who preferred things a
t face value. Books and people.

  I sat and waited to hear what he’d called me in for.

  Max’s office was gorgeous. It had all the elegant fixings and finishes you’d expect for a man in his position—a polished oak desk, grand bookcases stuffed with hard-backed tomes, a chrome-finished wall clock perfectly centered on the wall. There were few personal touches, though I saw a picture of him and his father hanging on the wall by the bookcases. Haddie had told me earlier that Max’s father died a few years ago of heart failure. Apparently Max had taken it pretty hard, and since then he’d been intent on continuing his father’s legacy.

  “I just called you in because I think we should get to know each other a little better,” Max said. “We’re going to be working closely, so it doesn’t make sense for us to be strangers. You can call me Max, by the way. You only need to do the whole Mr. Westfield thing around clients, or in more formal settings. You’ll soon see and will be able to adjust without a thought.”

  “Thanks,” I said. I recalled Haddie’s interaction with Max and his friend earlier, and wondered if I could expect to get that close to him. I’d been shocked by the way she spoke to the two men, but also a little jealous. “What do you want to know?”

  His lip curled a little at the corner, giving the impression that he was amused. “Well, to start with, maybe tell me a bit about yourself. Where did you grow up?”

  “Springfield, Illinois,” I answered. “I moved to New York after high school.”

  “Seems a little young to be traipsing off to the big city,” he observed.

  “It’s all relative,” I replied, with maybe a little hint of irritation creeping into my voice. I didn’t like thinking about the town I’d grown up in, nor did I like it when people questioned my decision to leave when I did.

  “Fair enough, I didn’t mean to speak out of turn.” He raised his hands in a show of backing off, and I immediately felt a wave of regret.

  “I shouldn’t have said that.”

  Max smiled, “No, you definitely should have. I need somebody with backbone in your position, especially when it comes to me. I’ve had weak assistants before and it’s always turned out poorly.”