Nothing Personal

"I'm not here to fight with you- I'm here to return the phone." I said with spite. As I tossed the phone on his table, I turned to leave. When I heard the roll out of the wheels of Brent's chair, I knew it was time to haul-ass out of there.

Suddenly, his warm-albeit large-hands found their way on my waist, around the same time his soft lips skimmed my neck.

"You know that is not what you want to do." Brent whispered, making his way up to my earlobe.

"Yes it is! I'm tired of-of being your verbal punching bag. Fuck that b-boss and sir shit." I struggled to keep my composure. He's very intoxicating when he wants to be, but I wasn't going to let his sneaky, seductive ways inhibit me anymore.

"I'll change."

"No..Brent-I-I-This wasn't supposed-d-to-happen-!" I barely made out. His hands holding me steady were the only things keeping me upright from the magic his lips were working.

"The best things in life aren't." He said finally kissing my lips with an intense, guttural growl.
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The Reynolds Corp. run by Dante and Brent Reynolds is slowly becoming New York's biggest financial advisor corporation.

Sweet Delight's Bakery run by Aubrey Handler has been on the same block as The Reynolds Corp.'s brooding glass building for years. Aubrey, owner/manager/do-everything-for-everyone-whenever-they-need-it, has been needing a career upgrade for some time now, and a PA opening for Brent Reynolds sound like just the thing. Unfortunately, she's not the only one with the seemingly ingenious idea.

The job would-no doubt- be payed wonderfully... I mean c'mon, working for a 27 year old multi-billionaire has it's perks, but for Aubrey, it's more than the "perks" which attract her to the job; it's the tile-to be able to prove herself in a man's world as more than a 'Bakery manager'. But will a cocky, arrogant, rich, seemingly cold-hearted man stop her from accomplishing this dream?
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