Page 3 of His Sassy Intern
Chapter2
Levi
I’mat the Halloween party that some of my closer teammates drag me to attend. Slade, Carver, Chad, Tre, Mo, and Clive are around, drinking or partying in the ballroom. This is not my scene. Personally, I prefer drinking cheap beer out of plastic cups, which is why I’m already fixing to get back to the frat house. This mansion is too much like my own house, and eerily similar to the parties my father likes to host for his executives and top clients. Still, I’m here, as are several other football buddies like Jake, Jaxson, Braden, Logan and Ryker. Ryker isn't on the football team—hell, he's not even a college student like the rest of us, but he hangs out with the football guys enough that I just think of him as one of us. Jake got a custom-built chopper from him, and so did I once I saw how sick it was. Anyway, alcohol is also flowing freely, so I make the bestofit.
I’m ready to bail when Mary Anne walks through the front door with her kitty cat outfit that shows off her smoking hot fuckable body. She's got a tiny waist, and legs that go on for miles. My cock stirs as it always does for Mary Anne, except tonight I have to keep the overzealous reactions at bay, on account of the fact I’m in a skintight Captain America jumpsuit that covers me from head to toe. At least this costume comes with a trusty shield. It’ll cover my boner if things get out of hand. So far I've only seen one other guy dressed up as Captain America, but apparently he was a douchebag, trying to make a move on Jake's girl Cassie. Jake shut that shit down fast. Anyway,MaryAnne.
I’ve been into Mary Anne since high school, yet she still won’t give me the time of day. First, it was because I was too rich and pompous. Then it was because I played on the high school football team and she didn’t like jocks. After we ended up at the same college, she told me she hated that I was a jock on the college football team and headed for the NFL. It’s especially worse now that she’s interning at my father’s firm. There’s a power distance between us now, and where she used to just dislike me, now sherevilesme.
Not that I make it any easier for her to warm uptome.
I remember a task I left her to handle back at the office. She was irritated about doing work that’s beneath her, but I didn’t care. Everyone has to start somewhere. I figure it’s as good a segue way as any to strike up a conversation with hertonight.
“How’s it going with my phone, Mary Anne?” I ask, stretching out her name as I sound it out, because I already know my exaggerated Southern drawl annoys her. “Please tell me you have itwithyou.”
I take a second to let my eyes graze down her gorgeous face and sexy as fuck body, everywhere from those cat ears down to her sky-high heels. She’s craning her neck up to look me in the eye. Those heels don’t hold a candle to my six-feet-five-inch height, so I practically block out the light of the chandelier shining down on herstunningface.
Mary Anne glares up at me, mad as hell, light hazel eyes already flashing with anger. “I don’thaveit.”
“How is that?” I ask. “You left my phone in the office after I told you I needed ittonight?”
She shakes her head. “It ain’t in theoffice.”
“But you’ve resolved the issue for me,right?”
“Not gonna happen tonight,” sheinformsme.
I’ve known Mary Anne long enough to know that once she starts using contractions like ‘ain’t’ and ‘gonna’, she is far from happy. I should step away from the wildcat and give her some space, but tonight, I justcan’t.
“You do realize that when you get back to the office, you’ll actually be working on this same problem, right? I want my smartphone as soon aspossible.”
Mary Anne scoffs and grabs a flute of champagne from the tray carried by one of the uniformed servers walking by. She gulps down the entire contents of the glass before looking up at me again. “Listen, Levi. I spent hours trying to track down your phone today. Yourpersonalphone, by the way, which has nothing to do with my internship. Everyone from the courier company, to our own office’s front desk and the smartphone company has been giving me conflicting information about where thephoneis.”
I shake my head. I’m not really upset, but seeing Mary Anne blow a gasket is kind of a hobby. “You’ve got to be kidding me. How in the hell did you let thishappen?”
“Don't even think about blaming this on me!” she shrieks. “I'm not the one who ordered a two-thousand-dollar phone and didn’t have the common sense to request a signature ondelivery.”
“True, but you're the one who has to chase it down. It’s still technically on your to-do list, so dealwithit.”
She huffs out an exasperated breath. “You’re…you are a real piece of work, you know that? And you wonder why I won’t go out on a date with you, you smug, arrogant…” she says, but holds her tongue and doesn’t dare spew out any moreinsults.
“And how's that working out for you? Because from where I'm standing, it seems like you’re enjoying every chance you get to fuck up your own career before it starts. You spend half a day on this little phone item, and now you’re ready to have a meltdown. Chillax, kitty cat. Tonight, anyway, because you’ll be right back on the task of finding my phone next time you’re back at theoffice.”
“No, I won’t. Go have a talk with your dad’s EA,” Mary Anne shouts over the sounds ofSuperstitious, some remake of an oldie. She seems to recognize the song and starts to laugh. The friend she walked in with earlier shows up. I don’t know her name, but Chad has some history with her. The blonde girl grips Mary Anne’s arm, silently nudging her. They have a short exchange before blondiewalksaway.
“Where was I?”sheasks.
“Hating on me because I’m the boss’s son and you’re the lowlyintern.”
“Do you really think I need to be remindedofthat?”
“It’safact.”
“There you go again, Levi. Leveraging your importance and exhibiting the usual cocky bastard behavior I’ve come to know and loveaboutyou.”
“See, I always knew you had a thing for me, doll. You’d better hope that phone gets to me in pristine condition. It’s already aweeklate.”
“Yeah, yeah. This is not my first practically unpaid ‘Do everything I’m told with a smile on my face although I’m pissed as hell on the inside’ interningposition.”
