Page 26 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
Trey
As I waved Gavin and his growing family off on their luxurious yacht for the weekend, I felt Leslie next to me typing away on her cell phone. No doubt, she was probably updating our schedule with something that had come through her phone, but I had other matters to tend to. With her attitude, I was shocked that I hadn’t already canned her by this point. But I kind of liked it.
Plus, she had been incredibly efficient with changing over the yacht at the last minute.
“Cancellations are a bitch with you, aren’t they?” she murmured.
I grinned. “They can be rough, yes.”
She lit a fire beneath my ass that no secretary had been able to do, and it made me more productive. I was more productive with her around, and other than her fucking mouth, she seemed to be taking to the job quicker than I figured she would have. Now, if only I could keep my hands off my cock at night while dreaming about her.
“Okay, so,” Leslie said as she held up her finger, “I’ve got a crew scheduled to receive the yacht and clean it before Monday morning, and I’ve already confirmed another three-day trip on the boat. The copay has been deposited already on their part, so I’m going to use that to tip the guys who helped us switch everything around on this current yacht before I hire staff for the next yacht trip.”
I nodded. “Sounds like you have it under control.”
“Also, there are a few changes I think you could make to all of this that would make things run much more smoothly. For example, your company doesn’t have a timetable for cancellations. This is the kind of cancelation where they should have forfeited all of their money since they canceled within twenty-four hours of their rental coming to fruition. If we changed that policy and implemented—”
I waved my hand in the air. “I’ll give you the number of who to speak with to get it done.”
Her fingers stopped typing away. “You want me to simply do it then?”
I peeked down at her. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Are you confident in your ability to keep up customer service while implementing these new standards?”
“Yes, and I believe I can raise things up even more.”
I licked my lips. “Then, I’ll shoot you the number of who to speak with.”
Her phone dinged, but when she looked down, a frown took over her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She sighed. “Like you care.”
That’s enough.“Contrary to the icy frontier of my face, I do care about those I employ, Leslie.”
She closed her eyes. “My apologies for the attitude, Mr. Cataline. It wasn’t in good taste of me to insinuate something other than the truth.”
I clasped my hands behind my back. “Apology accepted. Now, what seems to be the issue?”
She looked up at me. “It’s Suri, my babysitter. She says that Auro—my daughter, is running a low-grade fever.”
“Do you need to leave? I can have my driver take you straight to your place.”
Her gaze fell back to the screen of her phone. “It’s probably just her allergies. They kick up around this time of the year. But, it always makes me worry when she gets a fever anyway.”
I couldn’t relate, but I tried to sympathize. “I can only imagine. My mother was the same way. Every time I got a scrape or a cut or something, she was there to hold me and clean it up and get me a popsicle.”
She giggled. “That’s very sweet. Are you close to your mother?”
“Not since she died, no.”
Her eyes slowly rose to mine. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”
I shook my head. “Nothing to be sorry for. She chose what she did, and all I can hope is that she was happy with her decision.”
