Guarding His Heart(10)

“Uh huh.” She mumbled and I could tell she wanted to say something else.

“What is it?” I asked her softly. “I can tell that you’re dying to say something else.”

“I don’t care about advancing if it means I have to sleep with the bosses son.”

“Sleeping with me wouldn’t get you an advancement.” I smiled. “It might get you a couple of days in late to work, but that’s about it.”

“Ooh, now the option looks so much more attractive.” She rolled her eyes.

“Though, I wouldn’t advise you sleep with me.” I grinned. “I wouldn’t want things to be awkward between us when I stopped sleeping with you.”

“When you stopped sleeping with me?” Her jaw dropped. “Really?”#p#分页标题#e#

“Really?” I grinned. “I’m not the sort of guy that has relationships and you seem like the clingy type. Things could get awkward if we had sex. I wouldn’t want you trying to poison me.”

“You’d be so lucky.” She shook her head furiously. I watched her slinky long hair covering her face and imagined it trailing along my chest as she bent down to suck me.

“I think I would.” I mumbled to myself and sat down. Maybe I needed to stop with the game. It was fun, but I didn’t want to start turning myself on. I didn’t want it to get to the point where I was no longer teasing her. Teasing was fun. And bedding her would be even more fun, but I knew sex with my assistant would be the worst thing I could do. And I wasn’t lying when I said that I thought things would be terribly awkward once our weekend of fun was done. Hannah, for all her bravado, seemed the sort of girl to take things very personally. There was no way I wanted to hit it and quit it with a girl that worked for me. That just equaled trouble.

“What else did you need me to do for you, Mr. Maxwell?” Hannah’s voice was prim and proper as she put her hair up in a bun. She looked like a sexy librarian with the hair up, but I didn’t tell her that the look turned me on even more than her hair being down did. When it was up, I could imagine being the one to pull out the pins and turn her from dowdy to sexy.

“I want you to figure out Rob Martin’s likes and dislikes. Find out what’s going on in his personal life. Find out if it’s always been his goal to take-over the company or if he’s doing it out of a sense of duty.” I paused as I watched her scribbling quickly in her notepad. “I want to know what he does in his spare time. I want to know which companies he cares about the most. I want to know the breakdown in revenue for each region and for each company. I want to know if he’s going to be willing to sell Martin Corp for $500 Million and walk away from the company.”

“You’re going to make a bid.” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. “I thought...”

“I know what you thought.” I grinned. “You thought I didn’t know anything. You think I took this job knowing nothing. I might be the boss’s son. And I might have taken the job you’re also qualified for, but I do know my shit, Hannah Will. My dad’s a successful businessman. Trust me, he never would have hired me if I didn’t know my shit.” I watched Hannah’s shoulders deflate slightly as she realized that I wasn’t a complete dumbass. I’m sure she realized now that as chagrined as she had been, she couldn’t say that someone not as qualified as her had taken the job. I knew my shit. I’d grown up with a dad obsessed with business. I’d been reading the Financial Times and Wall Street Journal since I was a kid. Yeah, I preferred surfing and I liked playing my guitar, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know my bonds from my stocks. That didn’t mean I didn’t look at the Nasdaq and the Dow every morning with my coffee. I didn’t want to pull rank on Hannah and I truly liked her, but she had to realize and remember who was boss. At the end of the day, I needed her to do a job and I needed her to respect me.

“Yes Sir.” She nodded her head. “Is there anything else you need from me before the meeting?”

“I need your cellphone number and personal email address.”

“My personal email address?” She frowned. “Why not my business email address?”

“Because everything I have to say can’t be viewed by HR.” I winked at her and watched as she left the room in a huff and a small smile. Just because it would be unprofessional to sleep with her didn’t mean I couldn’t still flirt. I’d try to not let it get out of hand, but she was going to make it very difficult for me to keep my hands to myself, if she kept giving me those ‘I want you to fuck me eyes’.