Something About Lorelei

  “Just go.” I waved my hand.

  I mumbled under my breath as I climbed into the limo. “Tony, you need to take me back home so I can change my suit. Some clumsy blonde spilled coffee on me.”

  “That wouldn’t be the blonde I just saw practically running out the door, was it?”

  “Yeah, that was her.” I sighed.

  “At least she was a beautiful blonde that spilled coffee on you.” He smirked.

  Chapter Five

  Lorelei

  What a way to start the morning. I couldn’t believe I spilled coffee on that guy’s suit. Oh well, he shouldn’t have been standing so close to me and he didn’t have to be so rude about it. In all the madness, I did notice how amazingly hot he was. There was something about him that sent my stomach into a flutter. He was tall, probably a little over six feet with short brown hair, sea blue eyes, perfectly shaped lips and a strong masculine jawline that sported a five o’clock shadow. God, he was probably one of the sexiest men I’d seen in a long time. He was pissed and I prayed to God that I would never see him again. I had a feeling he’d never forget me and how I spilled coffee all over his designer suit.

  Walking into the building, I met Garrett, who took me up to the twelfth floor and showed me to my desk.

  “Here is your desk and right across from it is Mr. Sutton’s office. Hang on a sec and let me see if he’s in there.”

  I set my things down and waited.

  “Hmm. He’s never this late. He should have been here by now.”

  “Hello,” a friendly female voice spoke to me. “You must be Jack’s new PA.” She smiled as she extended her petite hand.

  “I’m Lorelei Flynn.” I smiled as I lightly shook it.

  “I’m Coco Sutton. Jack’s sister. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you as well. I love your name.”

  “Thank you. I bet you can’t guess where it came from.” She grinned.

  “I’m thinking Coco Chanel.”

  “Very good. My mother was, or should I say, is obsessed with her.”

  “There you are,” Garrett spoke to the man stomping down the hall. “Meet your new PA, Lorelei.”

  I looked over Coco’s shoulder and froze. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. My knees began to shake.

  “You!” He pointed at me.

  “Again. I’m sorry.” I bit down on my bottom lip as my stomach started doing flips.

  “In my office, now!” he commanded.

  “What the hell, Jack?” Coco expressed.

  He stormed into his office and I looked at Coco. “I may have accidentally spilled coffee on him this morning at Starbucks. I didn’t know he was my boss. Shit!”

  She laughed. “Lorelei, we are going to become best friends!” She patted me on the shoulder as I walked into Jack’s office.

  “Shut the door!” he yelled.

  I gulped as I turned around and shut the door.

  “Sit!” He pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

  I was literally shaking as I sat down. He took a seat and folded his hands on his desk, staring at me without saying a word; just staring at me with those sea blue eyes that displayed so much anger.

  “I had to go home and change because of that little mishap this morning. Are you always that clumsy?”

  “I’m sorry, sir. It was an accident.” I looked down.

  “Look at me when you speak.”

  Okay, this guy was fucking crazy and who the hell did he think he was? He acted like I committed murder. Suddenly, rage came over me as I stood up and planted my finger on his desk.

  “Maybe you shouldn’t have been standing so close to me. If you hadn’t invaded my personal space, I wouldn’t have spilled coffee on you. Like I said, it was an accident and I’m sorry. I will pay for your suit to be cleaned.”

  He looked at me in shock as he leaned back in his chair. He studied me for a moment, his eyes raking over me from head to toe.

  “You’re right. You will pay for the suit to be cleaned. In fact, that is your first job as my personal assistant. You are to take my suit to the cleaners down the street.”

  “Yes, sir,” I calmly spoke.

  “Now sit back down. I want to go over some things with you.” He reached in his desk drawer, pulled out a cellphone, and handed it to me. “This is for you. It’s not for personal use. It’s for me to get a hold of you when you’re not in the office. My number is already programmed in it. This is for business purposes only. When it rings, I expect you to answer it. If I send you a text message, you are to respond immediately. Do you understand, Miss Flynn?”

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

  “Good. You will also be here at eight a.m. sharp. In fact, I would prefer you here a few minutes early and you are to be available at all times. Even after work hours.”

  “But, sir—”

  “No buts, Miss Flynn. You accepted this job as my personal assistant and I take that very seriously. If this is going to be a problem for you, then maybe you should reconsider.”

  “It won’t be a problem, sir.”

  “For the love of God, please stop calling me ‘sir.’ Just call me Mr. Sutton.”

  “Yes, Mr. Sutton,” I spoke.

  “Okay. Now that we have cleared the air, my suit is over on the chair. Take it to the cleaners and hurry back.”

  I got up from my chair and grabbed his suit. Opening his office door, I noticed Garrett standing near my desk with a look of panic on his face.

  I smiled. “Don’t worry. I can handle Mr. Sutton.”

  He let out a sigh of relief. “I was preparing myself to have to find a replacement for you.”

  ****

  Jack

  I watched as her long, lean legs and sculpted ass walked out of my office. Damn, she was beautiful and she was my PA. I wasn’t too sure how that was going to work out. My other PAs were okay, but really nothing to look at. But Lorelei Flynn; she was definitely something to look at. What fucking sucked was that I was getting hard when she stood up, placed her finger on my desk, and took a tone with me.

  Garrett walked in shaking his head.

  “You have some serious explaining to do,” I spoke as I pointed my finger at him.

  “Me? What the fuck, Jack. She wasn’t here two minutes and you already yelled at her like that? The whole damn office could hear you.”

  “You said she was attractive. You didn’t say she was sexy as hell. That could very well pose a problem for me and my cock.”

  He put his hand up. “Don’t you even think about it. Jesus Christ, Jack, do you know the lawsuit she could file if you even think about fucking her? She’s a nice girl. Leave her alone.”

  I cocked my head at him. “Do you have a thing for her?”

  “No. Absolutely not. She needs this job, man. She really needs it.”

  “Why does she need it so bad?” I glared at him. I got the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling me.

  “Why does anyone need a job? She’s supporting herself and she lives in New York. Enough said. Listen, in the past year, you’ve gone through fourteen PAs. I think that may be some kind of world record. You’ve got a reputation, Jack. Let’s try to turn that around and keep this one around for a while.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’ll do my best.”

  He sighed and walked out.

  Chapter Six

  Lorelei

  I stepped inside the cleaners and handed the man Jack’s suit.

  “This is for Mr. Sutton.”

  “Ah. You aren’t Amber,” he spoke.

  “No. I’m Lorelei, Mr. Sutton’s new personal assistant.”

  “I see. Another one, eh? That man sure knows how to go through assistants. I’ll have this ready tomorrow afternoon. Good luck to you Lorelei.” He smiled.

  I gave him a small smile back and heard the phone that Jack gave me ding. I pulled it from my purse and shock swept over my face as I read his text message.

  “I forgot to tell you. On your way back, st
op at the drugstore and pick me up a box of condoms.”

  This was a joke, right? He seriously wouldn’t have me buy him condoms. Would he?

  “Are you serious?” I typed quickly.

  “Dead serious. Do you have a problem with that?”

  Shit. He was serious. This was a nightmare.

  “No. No problem at all, Mr. Sutton.”

  Walking into the drugstore, I headed to the aisle where the condoms were kept and stared at the overwhelming display that stood before me. It had been years since I looked at condoms. In fact, I didn’t think I ever had. Brett always bought them. Why the hell were there so many different types? My mind was overcrowded, so I called Stella.

  “Hey there. Why are you calling me already? You didn’t quit, did you?”

  “No,” I whispered. “He sent me to buy him a box of condoms and I don’t know which ones to get. There’s so many different damn kinds it’s making my head hurt.”

  An explosion of laughter came through the phone.

  “This isn’t funny, Stella. I need your help.”

  “I’m sorry, Lorelei, but we don’t use condoms. I have an IUD, remember?”

  “Shit. I forgot.”

  “You’re either going to have to pick a box or ask him which ones he prefers.” She laughed uncontrollably.

  “Thanks.”

  “Sorry. I’m really sorry.” She continued to laugh.

  “I’ll call you later.” Click.

  Okay, so did he want thin, sensitive, or maybe stronger? Textured or non-textured? Was he a freak and into colored condoms? Desensitizing condoms? Lubed or non-lubed? Fuck if I knew. Damn him for making me do this. I grabbed the ultra-ribbed Ecstasy ones and took the box up to the counter.

  “If these aren’t the right ones, may I return them?” I asked the sales clerk.

  “You don’t know if you’re buying the right condoms?” he asked with a smile.

  “They aren’t for me. They’re for my boss, a man I just started working for about an hour ago. My first mission was to take his suit to the cleaners and then he sends me to buy his condoms.”

  The clerk cocked his head. “These wouldn’t happen to be for Mr. Sutton, would they?”

  My heart started racing. You have got to be kidding me.

  “Yes, they are.” I frowned.

  The clerk nodded his head. “I’ll be right back.” He took the box with him and, a few seconds later, he returned with a box of Magnum XL. “These are the ones Mr. Sutton uses.”

  I shook my head in disgust. “And how do you know this?”

  He laughed. “You’re not the first PA of his that he’s sent to buy his condoms.”

  “Thank you.” I paid for the condoms, shoved them in my purse, and walked out.

  XL? Now I was curious but quickly got that disgusting thought out of my head. He was my boss and I shouldn’t be thinking about his penis.

  When I arrived back to the office, I knocked on the door and he told me to come in. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out the box of condoms and set them on his desk.

  “Thank you, and you got the right ones.” He smiled. “How did you know?”

  “The nice man behind the counter told me.”

  “Ah, you must have met Juan. Good guy.”

  I began to walk out of his office and stopped when I reached the door. Turning around, I spoke, “Extra-large?”

  He arched his brow and smirked at me. I took in a deep breath and quietly went to my desk.

  ****

  Jack

  She was thinking about my cock and that made me happy, but my happy thoughts fell away as soon as my mother walked into my office.

  “Hello, Jack. Did you approve the final layout for the editorial spread for next month’s issue?”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Good. Now who’s that outside your office?”

  “She’s my new PA and her name is Lorelei.”

  “What happened to Amber?”

  I shrugged. “She quit.”

  “Good grief. You’re just as bad as I am. Anyway, I want to do a launch of next month’s magazine featuring Vidal. So set something up. This is important because he’s a new, up and coming designer with an amazing eye and his work should be noticed. It’s our job to make that happen.”

  “Of course. I’ll get on that right away.”

  “Good. Also, I’m having dinner at the house tonight and I want you there. Coco and Joshua will be there as well. Seven o’clock sharp.”

  “I have plans tonight.”

  “Cancel them. Family is more important. Ta-ta, darling.”

  I rolled my eyes and called Lorelei into my office.

  “We’re going to be doing a launch for a designer next month. Here is a list of venues we normally use. Call them and see if anything is available for Friday, October 2nd. Once we have the venue in place, you’ll need to order invitations. There’s a list of people you are to invite in a file on your computer.”

  “Yes, Mr. Sutton.”

  “That’s all, Lorelei. You may go back to your desk.”

  She gave me a small nod and, as she was walking out of my office, I couldn’t help myself. “Ahem, Lorelei.”

  “Yes.” She turned and looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes.

  “Are you still thinking about my cock?” I smirked.

  “Actually, I’ve already forgotten about it and I don’t care to think about it again.”

  The small smile on my face quickly dissipated when she said that. She was going to be a challenge. But soon enough, she’d break.

  Chapter Seven

  Lorelei

  I took my sketchbook to Central Park and sat under the tree to sketch and eat my lunch. It was a beautiful September day and I needed to get out of the office. Between the spilt coffee and the condom buying, I was already exhausted and my day was only half over. I couldn’t stop thinking about Hope and how I wished I could be there after school to pick her up. Getting back into the work routine after being off for two months was hard. As I was sketching, my business phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Where are you?” Jack asked.

  “I’m on lunch. I told you I was leaving.”

  “That’s right. I forgot. On your way back, stop at Pickle Deli and pick me up a corned beef sandwich. Just tell them it’s for me. They know exactly how I like it.”

  “Yes, Mr. Sutton.”

  Click.

  I took the phone from my ear and looked at it. He couldn’t say thank you or goodbye? This job was going to be challenging. Correction, Jack Sutton was going to be challenging, but I had no choice. I needed this job, especially if I was thinking about moving.

  I arrived back at the office and set the brown paper bag on his desk.

  “Thank you, Lorelei.” He smiled.

  Hmm. Why was he being so nice? Maybe he was feeling bad about earlier, but I doubted it.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “How was your lunch?” he asked.

  “Fine.”

  “What did you do?”

  “Went to Central Park.”

  Why was he concerned what I did on my own time?

  “And did what?”

  “Ate my lunch.” I frowned.

  “So you brought your own lunch?”

  “Yes. Is there a rule against that?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “I was just curious.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. Now go back to your desk and let me eat.”

  I walked out in confusion. He was the one who started asking me questions.

  It was finally five o’clock and I couldn’t have been happier. I raced over to my mom’s house. The three of them had just sat down to dinner.

  “Mommy!” Hope shouted as she got up from the table and ran over to me.

  “Hi, baby. How was your day?”

  “It was good. Grandma took me for ice cream after school.”

  “She spoils you.” I smiled.

  ??
?Sit down and have some dinner,” Nick spoke to me.

  I walked over, kissed his cheek, and then went over to my mom.

  “You look tired, honey.”

  “I am. It was a long first day.”

  After finishing dinner, I took Hope home and put her in the bathtub. Once I read her a bedtime story, I kissed her good night and went to my room. After changing into my pajamas, I climbed into bed and thumbed through the Sutton Magazine I had bought on the way home. Suddenly, my phone dinged. I reached over and grabbed it from the nightstand. Shit. It was my business phone that went off. I got out of bed and reached into my purse. Pulling it out and climbing back into bed, I noticed a text message from Jack.

  “Before you come in to the office tomorrow, in fact, make it every morning, I want you to stop at Starbucks and get me a Venti Americano with a triple shot of espresso. But make sure you’re at the office at eight sharp.”

  “Yes, Mr. Sutton.”

  “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Lorelei.”

  “You too.”

  “Try not to spill coffee on me tomorrow.”

  He was never going to let that one go.

  “Don’t invade my personal space and I won’t.”

  Good. That remark shut him up. I’d had my fill of Mr. Jack Sutton for the day and all I wanted to do was go to sleep and forget about him.

  ****

  Jack

  I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her reply. She was the first of any one of my PAs to talk back to me and it turned me on. She wasn’t like the others. The numerous times I walked past her desk, she would smile at me. But I wasn’t quite sure if it was a genuine smile or a fuck-you smile. Even after yelling at her the way I did, she still smiled at me. She had a beautiful smile that matched her cute little nose and her beautiful face.

  “Who, may I ask, are you texting?” my mother asked as she walked into the living room.

  “My PA. I need to make sure she gets my coffee in the morning.”

  “You better be nice to her,” Coco spoke as she followed behind my mother.

  “Why does everyone keep telling me that? I am nice.”

  “Ha. Not after what I saw today.”

  “That was just a misunderstanding, sis.”

  “Some misunderstanding when the entire floor heard you yelling at the poor girl. Franny was practically hiding under her desk.”