Tell Me Something (The "Something" Series Book 1) by Aubrey Bondurant Read Free Book Online

regrets over my little flirtation after my hour with Human Resources, who informed me they would be emailing me the links to the sexual harassment training shortly as part of the orientation. For some reason, I hadn’t needed this in LA. Maybe they were stricter in New York because the man in charge was better looking.
    Trying not to think about the fact that I’d probably already violated the office policy with this morning’s comment alone, I went over to IT. While there I received my laptop and building badge. I was thankful they managed to sync up my smartphone with the work server so that I wouldn’t have to carry around two devices.
    Going back upstairs, I found Nigel on the phone. After I docked my laptop, I looked at my bible of every contact known to man. I started inputting and then thought, what the hell am I doing? I took the binder to the copy machine and began scanning all but the confidential sheets, which I would input under code as directed. There were twenty pages of restaurants alone from all the different cities. It seemed Nigel definitely had things together.
    “Smart idea,” Nigel complimented, coming around the corner to find me.
    “Thanks, and I won’t scan in the confidential ones. I just figured for the others it may be easier to create documents that I can bring up.”
    He nodded, and I suggested he go get lunch while I manned the phones.
    Hesitant at first, he then seemed relieved. “Mr. Singer is out at a meeting, then going directly to lunch, so I will be back before he gets here. Do you want me to grab you something?”
    “Actually, I need to step out maybe when you get back and set up a PO box for my mail.” I was glad that he didn’t ask where I was staying, and then I realized he might already know.
    “Not a problem, my dear. I won’t be long.”
    The scanning only took a few minutes longer and then I sat back down at my desk, creating my files and then checking my email.
    Might as well get the sexual harassment training over and done, I decided, as I clicked on the provided link. I was brought to a cheesy interactive video. Rolling my eyes and putting my chin in my hand, I was ten minutes in when Josh came off the elevator.
    “Streaming movies already? I wouldn’t have thought you’d be that bored your first day. Where is Nigel?”
    Good to know he had a sense of humor in the office. “I wish, but it’s just the sexual harassment thing I have to complete. Nigel stepped out. He said you had a lunch engagement.” As soon as I mentioned sexual harassment, I knew that my face heated.
    Smiling, he leaned over my shoulder to watch, too. His closeness was unsettling as was the delicious smell of him: a mix of soap, cologne and, well, just pure virile man.
    “And are you learning anything, Haylee?” he questioned.
    That buttery voice of his did things to me. Damn. “Well, it’s kind of cheesy and frankly a little annoying at what they think constitutes harassment.”
    I was pretty sure that we were crossing a line currently with the proximity of him next to my ear but I was hard pressed to move a muscle.
    “Show me.”
    When I clicked on the next slide, the character of Jose was asking Carmen, a co-worker, out on a date for the first time. She told him that she had other plans. He then asked her out a second time the subsequent week. She proceeded to tell him that she had to wash her hair, and then she complained to another co-worker that he wasn’t getting the hint. The question presented was whether or not the co-worker should report it.
    “And the correct answer is?” He baited me.
    Turning towards him, I realized our faces were inches from one another. “That Carmen should have just told him she’s just not interested instead of making up some lame excuse, because as far as Jose knows she did have other plans the first time. And the second time maybe she was just in dire need of a hair wash. He’s clueless and maybe didn’t mean to harass her in the least, but now