Page 45 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
The calm, post-orgasmic bliss I was enjoying vanishes, replaced by my good old friend paranoia.
I fucking told you so!
You should have listened.
“Lexi worked for you?”I ask, feeling my face pale as my heart beats a little harder, and anger starts to appear.
How dare she not tell me.
I asked her if she had fucked him.A simple answer would have sufficed, but oh no, she lied to me.
He shakes his head regretfully.“Lexi was a good employee.Until...look, she’s got a knack for getting close to the top, but don’t trust her, Kingsley.She’s charming and beautiful, I get it.A single man like you.Just consider yourself forewarned.”
Jesus Christ.
I wasn’t forewarned.
I employed her.I’ve fucked her twice.
I never goddamn reference checked her.
We told you.
Great, now I have a team of paranoid voices in my head.
Still, Mark’s words are a little vague.I need to understand what he’s talking about before I go accusing her of whatever he’s trying to insinuate.
I am not going to hurt her a second time.
For all I know, he’s a former lover himself.
You know he’s not.
“If you have something to tell me, I’m all ears,” I grind out, conscious this man is the CEO of the organization I’m wanting to sign an eight-figure deal within a few days.
“Legally, I can’t.You understand.”
No, I don’t.
I don’t understand at all.
Look, she’s got a knack for getting close to the top, but don’t trust her, Kingsley.
Jesus.
“Just a friendly warning.”We shake hands, and I force myself to remain professional.“See you Wednesday.”
Mark walks out with my team and the rest of the visitors as my blood turns cold, and I rub my jaw, trying to work out what to do with this new information.
Harrow has been a professional and decent guy during our interactions, never giving me the indication he’s a gossiper or prone to comments like he just made.
She was his employee.
I can’t make her wrong for not telling me that when I never asked for a resume or references.
Christ, do I need to pull my lawyer and HR team in?
I just fucked her on my desk.
