Hunter Darlington - The Darlington Brothers - Book 1

Chapter 2

Hunter

It takes a moment to register what just happened. I let it sink for a moment.

When I walked in this morning I was already angry. Not only did HR hire a young woman, they also made sure that she's gonna be absolutely attractive. And a pain in the ass. But they couldn't have known that surely.

That's gonna be another visit to them to remind them who they work for.

I've always made sure to have older, more experienced personal assistants. Older so that they're not getting the wrong ideas.

The younger ones are often pretty determined to try to get me to fuck them. More experienced so that I have to interact with them as little as possible.

I've never in my life given in to an employee. And I'll be damned if it changed anytime soon.

I have not worked my ass off to simply end it with a lawsuit. I also have too much self control to do so. Never has anything stood in my way before. And it's not gonna happen now.

This woman seems to have a huge attitude problem and I'm now pretty much determined to crush it into little tiny pieces.

She won't last long, I'll make sure of that.

I could simply fire her but that would be too easy, I like it when they just give up. When I can see all their dreams disappear and realise that I've won.

I glance over to her office and watch her get under her desk. She frantically looks for something. Her skirt that hugs her hips like it was just made for her scoots up and I spot the stockings under it. Fuck.

I watch her like a damn pervert and I can't stop. My eyes wander over her curves and I can feel my cock slowly but surely harden. This is not how it's supposed to be.

I get up and yank my door open.
It startles her so much that she hits her head on the desk. Good.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?! This isn't a playground, stop treating it like one."

She scurries up to her feet fast and straightens her skirt.
"God, have you never dropped something? Stop acting like a tyrant and relax."

"First of all no one ever tells me to relax and second when you drop something you better pick it up more gracefully instead of dropping on all fours. Who raised you?!"

"Remember how I don't need approval for choices? I'll tell you to relax whenever I want to. And stop acting like this was atrocious to you, there are many men who'd like to see me on all fours, maybe you're just angry because you liked it! I'm gonna get a coffee, once you've  cooled off I would LOVE to go over some stuff with you. Goodbye."

She walks away with determined steps and just leaves me here.

You wanna play that game sweetheart? You can have it. Watch.

I return to my office and go over our conversation again.

The part where she said "men" leaves a sour flavour in my throat. It's how she said it. So sure. And honestly I believe it to be true because I'm surly now one of them. One of..them. No. Absolutely not happening.

I need to stop this madness. And I think I already have a plan in mind.

I wait for her return, as soon as she's at my desk I hand her a carefully crafted long list.

"What's this?"

"Have we unlearned how to read?"

I watch as her face drops. Visibly holding back a comment. It amuses me and I have to hold back a grin.

„It's a long to-do list. When do you want me finish this all?"

„Tonight. 8 pm. Every twenty tasks on that list."

„That's not possible, Mr Darlington. I'd need to clone myself for that."

„Get a new job then. You don't belong here when you're unable to work under my standards."

„I can work under your standards just fine. Thank you."

„Then stop staring at me and do it."

She takes a deep breath and turns on her heels, heading towards the impossible task.

I feel triumphant and sure that tomorrow I'll have someone better and more bearable assisting me.

At three pm I return to my office after a long and boring meeting. It surprises me how much I anticipate to see my assistant struggle. And oh man, I am not getting
disappointed.

Her desk is a mess. Her hair is up in a bun and..there's something that looks like a coffee stain on her white blouse.

Showtime.

„I cannot believe what you've turned your office into. This looks like a dumpster. Do fucking better."

The only thing I get in response is a huff. Not stopping whatever she's doing. She's got some fire in her and I acknowledge that.

I stride into my part of the office and prepare part two of the show. I grab the Hoodie that I wore this morning and return to her desk. I simply hold it in front of her face.

„You look like a dumpster too. Change your shirt. This is unacceptable."

She hesitates and I feel like I'm getting closer every minute for her to give up.
A mischievous smile spreads across her face.

"Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your help with my little..accident."

She says it in such a sheepish voice I'm sure she only does it out of spite. She has to try harder than that to win.

She gets up and starts to unbutton her blouse. Underneath she wears a light pink lacy bra. Slowly she removes her blouse. Holding my gaze, with an innocent look on her face.

I stand here completely unable to move. Her reaction catches me completely off guard.

As soon as she put the hoodie on she looks at me, tilting her head. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?"

"Get back to work." I bark out. I return to my office not only more annoyed with her but also with a now throbbing cock.

I need to get rid of her. Hopefully the list will do it's job.

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