Page 74 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Filthy In Business
Chapter 1
Laurent
This was why I left my office door open.
Another executive was atherdesk when he should have been working. I added his name to my notebook without hesitation. If I couldn’t fire them, they were getting transferred—preferably to another continent. I tapped the pen against the page, considering how much paperwork would be involved in making that happen.
My new temporary PA was efficient, and after the disaster with the last one, I wasn’t keen to repeat the experience. Still, the former assistant was battling cancer, and if I could blame her for the inconvenience, I would’ve.
But I wasn’t that much of a bastard.
At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
My gaze narrowed on Alistair Walker as he laughed, head tipped back like he had a shred of job security.
None of my female executives acted like the men in my notebook. They knew better.
I stood and walked to the door, cracking it open further. Ms Hart immediately glanced up. Walker remained oblivious.
“Ms Hart,” I said, my tone a blade, “a moment of your time—if you’re free, that is.”
Her spine straightened. Walker’s head snapped around. His smile vanished like I’d flipped a switch.
“You clearly don’t have enough work, Alistair,” I drawled as Ms Hart stepped quickly into my office.
I didn’t have to raise my voice. They always listened when it mattered.
She passed me—and that scent hit. Not perfume. I’d already been through her bag. It was a black and red packaged body spray.
Sweet, subtle and mouth-watering.
Just like her name. Lucia.
I refused to use it.
Because it lingered.
Just like her scent.
Addictive.
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The city crawled past my window, but she stayed in my head like a splinter. I wouldn’t say her name—not even in my thoughts. It conjured images that couldn't exist.
Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A subtle tension in her jaw when she looked at me, like she hadn’t decided if she should be flattered or afraid.
It started two months ago.
She was meant to be a receptionist with a tidy résumé and just enough experience to fill a gap. I didn’t even speak to her, not properly. A nod. A glance. That was it.
Then HR, in their usual brilliance, reassigned her to my office. A placeholder. Someone who could type and file until I found a real replacement.
And yet she stayed.
Worse—she was competent. Methodical. Smart. Always two steps ahead.
