closed for AnnieD
I reached across the half-acre of oak that was my desk and picked up the phone. I hit the speed dial for my secretary and waited for her to answer. "Nancy," I murmured into the receiver, "before you leave, stop by Ms. Ryan's desk and tell her to swing by my office when she has a chance. Thanks, and have a good weekend."
It was nearly 6 on a Friday, so I knew all of the secretarial staff would be on their way out the door. Not so with the attorneys, particularly junior associates. Any of them ambitious enough to work for me weren't going to leave before the senior partner did.
Though I'd phrased it as a suggestion, Ms. Ryan's knock at my door arrived scant minutes after I'd hung up the phone. She was as junior an associate as it got, so she knew damn well not to keep me waiting. I instructed her to enter and leaned back into the thick leather cushions of my chair to watch her cross the twenty feet of office to reach my desk.
Though my mood was somewhat grim, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of delight watching Ms. Ryan walk towards me. A woman of her looks should be gracing magazine covers, not buried in document review in a law office. Of course, remove that demure business attire and you could also imagine her body being equally at home gyrating around a pole at the best strip club in town. Ms. Ryan downplayed her curves as best she could beneath serious suits and sensible shoes, but she had breasts a porn star would kill for and I'd bet every dollar in my pocket that they were 100% natural.
That plus her obvious youth had almost cost her this job. Ms. Ryan had graduated college early, so she was a good three years younger than the other applicants. A few on the hiring committee didn't think someone so young who also looked like a Penthouse Pet could be taken seriously.
But Ms. Ryan also had stellar grades from college and law school plus glowing recommendations from her professors. There was a mind behind that pretty face - and above that luscious bod. More importantly, I saw potential in her - professionally, and...otherwise. And what Jacob "The Ox" Trask wanted, he got.
I reached across the half-acre of oak that was my desk and picked up the phone. I hit the speed dial for my secretary and waited for her to answer. "Nancy," I murmured into the receiver, "before you leave, stop by Ms. Ryan's desk and tell her to swing by my office when she has a chance. Thanks, and have a good weekend."
It was nearly 6 on a Friday, so I knew all of the secretarial staff would be on their way out the door. Not so with the attorneys, particularly junior associates. Any of them ambitious enough to work for me weren't going to leave before the senior partner did.
Though I'd phrased it as a suggestion, Ms. Ryan's knock at my door arrived scant minutes after I'd hung up the phone. She was as junior an associate as it got, so she knew damn well not to keep me waiting. I instructed her to enter and leaned back into the thick leather cushions of my chair to watch her cross the twenty feet of office to reach my desk.
Though my mood was somewhat grim, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of delight watching Ms. Ryan walk towards me. A woman of her looks should be gracing magazine covers, not buried in document review in a law office. Of course, remove that demure business attire and you could also imagine her body being equally at home gyrating around a pole at the best strip club in town. Ms. Ryan downplayed her curves as best she could beneath serious suits and sensible shoes, but she had breasts a porn star would kill for and I'd bet every dollar in my pocket that they were 100% natural.
That plus her obvious youth had almost cost her this job. Ms. Ryan had graduated college early, so she was a good three years younger than the other applicants. A few on the hiring committee didn't think someone so young who also looked like a Penthouse Pet could be taken seriously.
But Ms. Ryan also had stellar grades from college and law school plus glowing recommendations from her professors. There was a mind behind that pretty face - and above that luscious bod. More importantly, I saw potential in her - professionally, and...otherwise. And what Jacob "The Ox" Trask wanted, he got.
