Page 67 of How to Resist Prince Charming

He grinned at Tasha and winked. “I’d say, start looking for a raise in the near future.” Then he strolled away, taking up where he’d left off whistling.

* * * *

The three in the break room stared after Braxton.

Finally, Ben murmured, “Wow. Who here thinks Boss Boy got himself a little bow chica wow wow while he was in France?”

As he lifted his own hand, Tasha raised hers as well.

Tom, however, contorted his face into a revolted scowl. “That’s disgusting,” he grumbled. “Are you two trying to make me lose my breakfast?”

He didn’t care to know about the little punk’s sex life. And when Ben and Tasha started to discuss how Braxton probably found himself some pretty French tulip to deflower, Tom huffed from the room, not wanting to hear another word.

* * * *

Braxton couldn’t stop daydreaming. But something had changed. Something big had altered in his life.

He’d been fixated on Lenna since the first moment he’d met her. After spending three days straight with her, however, his fixation had flourished into a raving obsession. Now his every thought centered around her, wondering when he could see her again, listen to her voice, watch her green eyes sparkle when she smiled, taste her orgasm when she came against his tongue.

God, he had it bad.

Reliving the weekend in his head, he recalled a thought he’d formed when he’d been in France. He remembered how Lenna had enjoyed translating for him so much. And bam, the idea he’d been watering bloomed into fruition.

Before he could rethink his actions, he lifted the phone and called his friend Greg at ProTech.

* * * *

Lenna was nearly ready to leave for work when her phone rang. Already dressed in her waitress uniform, she paused at the door before answering. “Hello?”

“Howdy,” a male returned.

Lenna frowned, not recognizing the voice. Thinking it was a telemarketer, she was on the verge of hanging up.

“This is Lenna, right?” he asked.

Cautiously, she answered, “Yes. Who is this?”

“Oh, right. Sorry. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Greg Scanlon. We met at the Wild Side Night Club a couple months ago.”

Okay, now that was weird. Lenna couldn’t remember anyone named Greg. And she hadn’t been to a club in...well, not since the night she’d brought Braxton back to her apartment from a club.

“I was with your dad’s boss,” Greg clarified. “Braxton Farris.”

“Oh,” Lenna said quickly.

Ohhh. He was that guy. Sadly, she barely remembered him. But really, what was he doing, calling her? Was Braxton okay?

“Anyway,” Greg went on after pausing to clear his throat. “I’m looking for some help at my company, ProTech, and my man Brax mentioned your name.”

ProTech? Growing more and more intrigued, Lenna replied, “Okay.”

“Great. So, here’s the deal,” Greg said. “ProTech provides different websites with internet security, right?”

He waited a beat as if he expected Lenna to reply, so she quickly answered, “Right.”

Sure. Whatever.

“And we’ve been doing this really awesome job. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but we’ve been getting business out the—” He coughed to keep himself from cursing. “Anyway, we’ve started to get business from these foreign places needing our services. But...” he snorted. “No one can understand what the heck the sites are about because, well, they’re foreign. Most of them aren’t in English. And, sure, java and HTML is universal, but we’d still like to know what they’re saying on the web front. Therefore, what I’ve been looking for is someone to translate these sites for our security team in order for us to be able to, you know, better expand our business internationally. And Farris said the daughter of one of his employees—that would be you—was really good with translating different languages.”

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