startles him only for a second as he absentmindedly allows the person entry, and the soft voice that floats over to his turned back causes indifference.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Peters, sir. I was told to wait for a private fax being sent to your machine…”
“Fine,” he answers back, knowing she was probably ordered to do so by Michael or Eric.
Why the lawyers, and other people of importance insisted on having paperwork sent his way he never knew—but he welcomed the other partners taking it off his hands.
He had long since acknowledged that he may not be the one amongst them that had the responsible mindset, but he had schmoozed his way with this big name or that, and helped to promote them (alongside Caroline) in order to make them a well-known name.
He really wished they understood that with his type of power came great conflict, but alas they were old-fashioned, and couldn’t fathom the idea of needing to lie back at the end of the day to watch a pretty young thing skillfully gobbling one’s knob whole.
He smirked.
That stripper may have been a sell out, but the few hours they spent together had almost been worth the risk…
Almost.
No loose-tongued striptease was worth him losing all he’d worked to build up. He’d have to leave that life behind, and find a way to satisfy his desires through more sensible means.
His third deep breath is meant to calm…but instead, he finds himself waking up in a way that’s highly inappropriate during his occasional office visits.
The soft, delicious scent of vanilla perfume has invaded his senses.
Hearing the mechanical sounds of the fax machine coming to life behind him, he remembers that he’s no longer alone, and swivels in his leather seat to turn in the direction of his sweet-smelling intruder.
His eyebrows rise a half-inch above their normal resting place.
Standing on the other side of the room is one of the most gorgeous females he’s ever seen in his life.
If her long, strawberry blonde locks aren’t enough to take his breath away, the soft and innocent face surrounding sexy cherry-red pouted lips does the trick.
The white, button-down blouse she wears is sheer enough to show the faint lines of a white bra underneath—and although she couldn’t possibly be more than a b cup, the hourglass figure partially covered by a short honey colored skirt more than makes up for that.
Realizing she’s being watched, her sky blue eyes find Mark’s, and his breath catches in his throat.
“I’m…I’m so sorry—I’m sure it’ll only be a few seconds more,” she stammers fearfully, and when Mark responds with cheerful laughter, her red lips form an O of nervous surprise.
“It’s quite alright,” Mark replies. “I’m always happy to have legal work taken as far away from this office as possible, so you’re doing me a huge favor…”
The pretty figure smiles, and—once again, he finds himself stirring eagerly down below.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
“Jasmine,” she whispers. “I was told you were out of the office when I started working here last week—they told me to introduce myself to you when you got back…I’m one of the new interns…”
Holding a smile and nodding appreciatively, Mark clings to her gaze.
“Well it’s very nice to meet you, Jasmine…I’m Mark Peters.”
Lighting up in a way that almost drags him across the room to her, Jasmine presses her palms to her chest and smiles excitedly at him.
“Oh, yes —I know!” she answers. “I’m…I’m so honored to have gotten this internship—I can’t even begin to tell you how thrilled I was when I found out…”
Almost as thrilled as those long legs of yours are making me, I’m sure , Mark muses.
“Well, it’s wonderful to hear how enthusiastic you are to join us—I’m sure we’ll love having you here…”
Just as much as