Page 18 of His Secret Virgin
I had no idea who she was. “Hello. Good morning to you, too.” My cock paid no attention to her at all.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked.
Shaking my head, I admitted, “No, I don’t. Should I?”
“I temped up here last month.” She pointed at the reception desk. “Over there. You passed me each morning, and we said hello?”
“Oh, yes. Of course.” I didn’t recall her at all. But it’d be rude to tell her that. “Nice to see you again. Are you temping up here for someone else today?”
“No, sir. I had an appointment with Mrs. Kramer, your admin. She asked me to come up and interview with her about a position as her assistant.” She smiled brightly. “It would be a pleasure to get to work so closely with you both.”
Scratching my chin, I wondered how to tell her that that wouldn’t be happening. “I should give you a heads up. I’ve already hired someone just this morning. Mrs. Kramer had no idea. But please keep your appointment with her, so she doesn’t think you skipped it.”
Looking a little deflated, her smile faded. “Oh, I see.”
“I’m sure you’ll find something else,” I offered before stepping onto the elevator to head downstairs.
She hadn’t piqued my interest at all. I hoped someone would—and soon—so I could forget about little Miss Emma Hancock.
