Mr. Beautiful (Billionaire #2)

GABRIEL

I couldn't fucking believe I lost my mind again!

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed the next morning with a pounding head, and according to my memory, I had sex with this woman whose legs curled around my stomach. The last time I woke up in a stranger's bed, I found my face plastered across every front page of a tabloid and the web with the most outrageous title.

CEO of Stark Apparel Inc. Gabriel Stark Spotted in A Hotel with A Senator's Daughter Having a Scandalous Affair!

Clearly, they only target me because of my reputation and my popularity in the corporate world. The woman in the tabloid wasn't even a Senator's daughter, she was a Mayor's daughter. This was why I don't fucking believe in the news. They obviously just wanted to sell out papers. The past few years had been chaotic enough as if I was some kind of a celebrity. I was a businessman, not a fucking Hollywood actor.

I carefully moved her leg aside. I slowly crawled out of the bed, trying not to make any sound. I quickly get dressed, picked up a sheet of tissue paper and a pen from my suit jacket.

Thank you for letting me devour your pussy last night, even though I couldn't remember much - G

Before I managed to exit, I pulled out my phone and checked the messages from an unknown number. It was Wednesday today, so it was Cate. Tuesdays and Thursdays are Megan days. I opened one of the messages.

See you tonight, handsome.

I texted a reply, Can't wait. See you, Cate.

She replied a heart.

***

Ten minutes after ten, I still couldn't get a sight of my executive assistant. She was supposed to be in my office at nine. What the hell was she doing on her desk? I was finished talking with people she was supposed to contact. I already made my coffee and set a meeting with my designers. Given the fact that she was late again this morning, she literally just lived across the street. She never ceased to amaze me with her unacceptable excuses as to why she couldn't be on time.

I wanted to give her a chance because her she was recommended by a friend. I began to wonder if my thoughts of her being an incompetent employee were true. Another twenty minutes of impatiently waiting, I called her desk.

"Mr. Stark, how may I help you?" she answered right away.

"I told you to be here in my office at nine. It's almost eleven."

"Oh, I am so, so sorry, Mr. Stark. I'm on my way."

She hung up, and within a minute, she stepped into my office carrying a portfolio. She put it on my desk and sat across me.

"Mr. Stark?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What is it, Ms. Will?"

She leaned closer. "I saw you last night, " she whispered.

I frowned. "Last night? Last night where?"

"At the Carlyle with a redhead. Seeing you there made me think that what they are saying about you is true. I mean, how do you do it? Sleeping with so many women when I see you here every day?"

I stared back at her.

"I just wanted to know what kind of a boss you are." She leaned back in the chair, "At least tell me the details in case people ask me about you. I mean, I can create a so-so story about you just to wrap the truth, right?"

"Can we not talk about this, Ms. Will?"

"Wait." She held up her hand. "I just really want to know about your sex life, " her voice lowered down, "I can look past the non-fraternization policy in case you want to try me in your bedroom. I can do everything that might please you. I don't mind if you leave me in a hotel room since we're going to meet again in the office anyway. Sounds fun, yeah?"

What the fuck!

"Ms. Wills, if you love your job, you might want to shut your mouth and let's start working." I rolled my eyes. "I need you to explain to me these designs so ask them to do their next step, can we do that?"

"Then after that, I can go?"

I clenched my fist. Can I just fire this woman?

"Yes." I opened the portfolio. "What do you think about this? These shirts for the valentine collection, right? Do you think it has too much black? I don't like the print."

"Black what?"

"Black fabrics, " I pointed out the cut and sew design shirt in the first page.

"Ah yes, yes. It has too much black." She stared at the picture. "But I think black is good. It's very catchy in the eye."

"Be specific."

"I just like the color black." She smiled.

Silence.

"I mean, it's for the valentines, right? It doesn't mean we should put red everywhere and I agree with the print. The fonts used can be copied by the other brands."

I nodded, at least she still had some sense in her. I turned the page to the next design. It was a long sleeve tee with a striped body fabric, with a broken heart print in front. I turned the next page, it was a regular shirt with a quote about depression.

I sighed sharply.

"We're not making a fucking emo apparel here. Can l ask you something?" I closed the portfolio.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"What did you tell the designers?"

"To make a design for the Valentine collection, but I told them to put a little twist since I don't believe in pure romance. I asked them to put heartbreaking designs."

"Valentines is supposed to be for romance, Layla. What the fuck are you thinking?" I stared at her, clenching my jaw. "Did you even see this portfolio?"

"No, I didn't know I needed to see it since you said they just needed to be reviewed. You didn't tell me that you needed me to personally review it."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, I am saying that I hired someone to see it. I paid her a hundred bucks to check them. I heard she's a graphic artist. Oh, and I sent some of the designs on Facebook to ask their opinion. Can you believe they actually liked the designs? That's it! I guess they are all lovely!"

"You uploaded it online?"

She nodded.

I massaged my temples with my fingers. I felt my blood pressure rising, "Let me tell you this, Layla..." I breathed, trying to calm myself. "I hired you and actually hired other people to do your job?"

"Not everything, just some stuff I can't do."

"And you put the designs online, and you bothered being copied?"

"Oh come on, Mr. Stark, you only gave me a few weeks to review the designs. Fashion is my thing, but reviewing design isn't."

I gritted my teeth. "This is a fucking-" I paused, "this is an apparel company. We create designs for clothing and we produce clothing to the market. Are you are saying this isn't your thing? This is exactly what we talked about in your interview."

"My dad didn't tell me the whole detail. I accepted the job because I heard that you're going to be my boss. I came here for you."

"Layla..." I didn't want to waste my time talking nonsense anymore. "Get the hell out of here. Now."

Her eyes brightened up. "Oh, sure! I was actually waiting for you to say that. I have an appointment with my friends for an hour. I can't believe I can actually leave early, " she stood and headed to the door. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Stark!"

The moment she left my office, I sent an email to the HR.

____________________________________

Subject: Fire My Executive Assistant

Now.

Gabriel H. Stark, CEO, Stark Apparel Inc.

AUDREY

"Mr. Stark, the applicants are here. Should I let them in?" Ms. Mason's inclined her head through the slightly opened door, the HR personnel who initially interviewed five applicants for the internship position, but I couldn't see the people she was talking to inside.

"Go ahead, Ms. Mason, " a man's voice said coming from the door.

Before the end of our initial interview, Ms. Mason, the head of the HR briefed us about the higher-ups of the company, and we would be answering them for the final interview. First was Bryan Jameson, the General Manager who was going to be our direct superior. The second was Coulson Stark, the Vice-CEO, probably one of the owners thus the surname, and the last but not the least was the CEO, Gabriel Stark. Gee, the name alone made me curious as hell.

I always do a research before the job interview, but this opportunity was very sudden, I didn't have the time to do so, which I was worried the most. My best friend Chelsea called me about the job vacancy so recently that I had to fly from Phoenix to New York last night. Normally, people wouldn't grab such opportunity, given that it was too abrupt, but I couldn't seem to ignore how promising the position was.

According to Chelsea, Stark Apparel was one of the most well-known apparel brand company in New York and the CEO's was looking for a new assistant because the previous was recently fired from her position due to incompetency and that he was so meticulous on choosing a new applicant so he was going to conduct the interview himself.

At first, I couldn't understand why my best friend called me for such a position. She even slipped my resume to the short-listed applicants just to get me to the interview. Heck, I didn't have experience yet but I was a fresh graduate, however then, she told me that they weren't looking for someone with experience yet since the accepted applicant should only work under probation.

Nonetheless, there's no harm on trying-not when the company was in New York. Chelsea calling to me to come to right away as this was already my ticket to leave Arizona. Afraid that I might not get accepted, I would accept any job I would find across the state since my best friend had offered me to stay in her studio apartment, at least for a month. But if when I'm lucky enough to get the job or any job, she would let me stay and we already talked about splitting the bills. Cross fingers. I didn't want to go back to Phoenix where all my nightmare lives.

I barely slept during the flight so I slightly had a dizzy head. And up to this moment, I had little information about the company. From what I heard from my best friend, it was one of the most eminent luxurious fashion brands in New York, given that it's also located in the Upper East Side, Manhattan.

Several minutes later, Ms. Mason came out of the office.

"Applicants, get ready, " she informed briskly, "we're going to start the final interview." She looked at the person sitting next to me. "You first, Miss Smith."

The woman sitting next to me stood up and followed after Ms. Mason then stepped inside the room. The other girl with pale skin and raven hair on my right spoke, "Are you new here? You seemed unfamiliar with the place."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I saw you earlier near the building, you were asking for directions."

"Oh yes, " I acknowledged. "I am new here, technically new in New York, but a friend of mine lives near the area. She's already an employee here."

"I'm Jacey Gregson by the way." Jacey reached out a hand to me.

I pumped her hand. "I'm Audrey, Audrey Hopkins. Nice to meet you, Jacey."

"Most of the applicants came here because of the CEO, " she said. "Did you come here for the same reason?"

I frowned in confusion. "Why would they come here for the CEO?"

"Seriously, is that a real question?" Her eyes widened. "This is the home of the famous business Gabriel Stark! People chase this company because of him as he's one of the most successful men in New York City, you see. They talk about him every day, not only because he's young and he's a self-made billionaire, but because he could make everyone successful in this company."

Crap. This was why I should've studied more about the company. How was I supposed to get this job? I plainly had no sense and clear state of mind coming here just because I wanted to escape my hometown. I only know a little because of Chelsea.

"Oh, this company made billions and name in the fashion industry across the United States and Europe in just two years. Two years! Imagine that. Stark Apparel operates in 50 countries with over 5, 400 stores and has employed a hundred-eighty thousand people. Don't you know?"

My mouth slightly parted the way she described everything. A long description, I might add. Was it really possible for a man to be successful the way he was?

"Um – of course, I know." I forced a smile. At least Chelsea told me that as well. I thought I missed something much more important detail that they might ask me in the interview.

"They said it's not easy to get in, " she continued, "but once you are in, your life is going to change. But if you fail, you can't get another job interview here."

Oh wow. That I didn't know. But dang, I didn't know if I would fit the job.

The young woman earlier came out of the interview room with a sad face. Based on her reaction, it was obvious that the interview didn't go well for her. Ms. Mason handed the resume back to her, technically saying that there was no more reason for her to keep the poor girl's profile. But then my heartbeat quickened at the moment her smooth voice called out my name.

"Ms. Hopkins?"

I stood up quickly. "Yes?"

"You're next."

I swallowed hard. I watched the head of HR opened the door for me. I took a deep breath before taking my first step.

Alright, here I come.

GABRIEL

"That was bad, " I commented. The girl spoke as if she was chewing bubble gum. It was annoying how she tried to convince us by telling unnecessary details about herself like she used to climb a tree when she was a little and I couldn't understand a single thing she was saying when she began talking about her dead Aunt.

Bryan laughed at my remark. "There are worse, but it's good to face people sometimes, you know? You're always in your office."

"I see different people every day, Bryan." I rolled my eyes. "I faced a lot of them whenever I needed to make a speech in front of the crowd."

"But clearly, you know a little about the hiring process, bro." Coulson raised an eyebrow at me and patted my back.

I shrugged. "I know how to make a lot of money."

"Oh, here she comes, " he said, setting his eyes back in front.

When the door opened, I was expecting another applicant similar to the previous one. Though the other previous one looked stylish-given the Dior handbag she was carrying, this applicant looked undeniably too plain coming to a job interview in a fashion enterprise. At least, I knew it without having to glance at the labels that her dress was inexpensive. Dressed in a gray dress, she had matched it with worn-out leather boots, and heck, a knapsack. But that didn't really matter.

The woman standing in front of me was too stunning, and probably one of the sexiest I ever laid eyes on, and somehow, she seemed unaware of it.

However, there was something odd. I cocked my head as I slightly saw that her face was too familiar. Her eyes were deep sapphire. She tied her strawberry blonde hair into a tight bun, she had a bare and a porcelain complexion with the most perfect shaped fuckable-lips.

"Welcome to Stark Apparel, Ms. Hopkins. Please introduce yourself, " Bryan started.

Did I hear it right? I heard the name Hopkins and she was from Phoenix. A long time ago, I was born and grew up in that wasteland and my own personal hell. That was the place where my capability to love was killed by a person I nearly gave my entire world, and to the point that I almost lost my insanity. How funny was that this delectable woman had the name I despised and the place I loathed the most.

"Thank you, sir, " she replied in a sweet voice then smiled, and my cock twitched just by hearing her speak. What was the hell wrong with me, reacting this way to a potential employee?

"My name is Audrey Hopkins. I'm twenty-four, a fresh graduate of Collins University in Phoenix, and has majored in Business Administration."

Hopkins. Audrey Hopkins. Of course.

"I'm sure you already know what you are applying for, " Bryan continued, "and based on your curriculum vitae-"

"Come again, Bryan, " I interrupted.

"What is it, Mr. Stark?" Bryan asked in a low tone.

Coulson leaned to my ear. "Is something wrong?"

I snatched the paper from Bryan to his astonishment and looked closely at her resume. I stared up at her and she was looking right at me. No, she wasn't just looking plainly at me, she was watching me.

I shut my eyes briefly as my fuzzy memory began muddling me. The beat inside my chest accelerated at the anticipation that this was the moment I'd been waiting for. Every time I close my eyes at night, and every moment I looked upon my achievements, I'd always wondered when would the actual time my enemies see what I had become.

This wasn't how I foresaw it to happen-not in a job interview, at least.

I clenched my fist hard and the air seemed to abandoned my lungs for a moment. There was a reason why this woman looked familiar. It's because I knew her. She was the very reason why I nearly lost my life. How would fucking forget?

"Continue, " I said.

"Very well, Ms. Hopkins." Bryan cleared his throat. "Why do you want to work for this company?"

"I-uh..." She blew out a breath. "As I have said, Mr. Jameson, I am a BSBA graduate and his company is clearly a business, whichever industry it might be. I wanted to share my knowledge in this business management and might as well get paid for it."

"You are actually, right. Ms. Hopkins, " Coulson joined.

"In addition, gentlemen..." she continued, "I grew up with a family who owned a business. My father taught me well and how to manage people, money, sales growth, marketing. It became a habit and the habit became a passion, but I know I still have a lot to know and learn, this is why I am here because I believe that this company could give me the right path in being successful."

"You said your father owns a business. May I ask what is your father's business?" Coulson questioned.

"A vineyard."

I looked up at her, remembering exactly how she was really the woman I knew.

"... and we produce wine, " she finished.

"A vineyard, that's really interesting, " Bryan praised in astonishment. "Your father must have inspired you, Ms. Hopkins. As we can see here in your profile, and you graduated with honor. A cum laude, can I just say? This is impressive."

"Her profile's impressive, I give you that, but I don't think she'll fit as my assistant, gentlemen. She might be a graduate with honor, but as you can see, she still has to change her fashion style." I closed down her profile then I looked up at her. The color of her face drained.

She might be as beautiful as I last remembered her face, and the way I almost had her writhing in pleasure beneath me, that wouldn't change the fact that she was the daughter of the man I loathed the most.

"Gabe." Coulson gave me a brief glare and he looked away. "Do you have anything to ask Ms. Hopkins, Mr. Jameson?"

"I have no more questions. How about you Mr. Stark?" Bryan looked at me.

I stared up at her again. "But that can be changed, " I concluded. "When can you start?"

Her mouth parted. "Um... w-what-"

"Do you want to work here or not?" I asked straightforwardly.

"I-" I swallowed. "Of course, I w-want to work here, Mr. Stark, " she replied nervously.

"Be here at eight. Don't be late."

Both Bryan and Coulson shifted their gaze at me in utter shock, as we were still not through with the other interview. But I didn't care.

She flashed out the sweetest smile she could ever give. "Thank you for accepting me to this job, Mr. Stark. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's mine."

She said goodbye to everyone before she left the room.

This was not going to end here.

Audrey Hopkins. The woman who threw me away.

AUDREY

Liam Cross. The memory I had of him was one of the very reasons why I wanted to escape Phoenix.

How could I ever forget his eyes that looked fondly at me that night? He-who still haunts my dreams at night because of guilt? Guilt that because of my mistake, I led him to misery-his death, to be exact, however brutal that word was.

But perhaps, fate wasn't done with me yet. And just when I thought I had finally escaped, fate sent someone else to torture me.

I thought I was going to collapse on the spot looking at the face of my prospective boss, Gabriel Stark.

Yes. His face resembled Liam, only Mr. Stark was obviously sophisticated and brisk, and right now, I was having second thoughts of working for Stark Apparel, thinking if I should just call the HR and tell them that I wouldn't be able to come anymore, but that was purely unprofessional.

"Hey!" Chelsea sat next to me, snapping a finger in my face to bring me back to reality. "What's wrong? There's no other black hole than you."

She put a cup of coffee in front of me. She was already dressed in formal attire-a white lace blouse, a cream colored-skirt, and nude heels, and she had tied her red hair in a ponytail.

"I'm nervous." I gripped the cup's hot surface.

"It's normal to be nervous on the first day, " she assured, but then she frowned at me. "What are you wearing?"

I looked down at my black straight knee-length dress, one of the few of the dresses I could save before leaving Phoenix.

"Don't you think that's too plain?" she asked. "I'm sorry, Audrey. Your face is of a goddess and your body is to die for, but didn't I tell you that working at Stark Apparel means dress to impress? You're going to be working for the boss who owned a fashion firm, " she reminded, but she forgot to mention that I was only going to work there for a temporary position. It means I could get fired without security, and the HR manager told me that I was going to under his right-hand man Dave Kline.

"Well, my wardrobe is limited so..." I reasoned. "But I will shop a few when I received my first paycheck."

"Hmm. Wear my nude heels, at least. It'll match your dress." She smiled, then took a sip of her coffee, "and oh, let your hair down."

"I prefer it this way, " I touched my blonde hair knotted in a tight bun.

"You'll get there since you will be working directly to him. He's very meticulous."

"No, I'm going to work under his secretary."

"Which means, he's your direct superior. I work under the general manager."

My shoulders fell. He was certainly someone who could make my knees liquefy.

Chelsea puts down the cup on the counter, "Drink up. We're leaving in five minutes. I'm just going to get the heels upstairs."

"Thanks, " I murmured, and then she disappeared.

***

New York was opportune for me because of Chelsea. She owned an apartment a few blocks away from the office. She also had a car so I wouldn't need to worry about transportation. I would be living in the streets if it weren't for her. I knew that it wasn't easy to live in the United States' largest city. The cost of living in Manhattan was beyond my savings reach. I had to tighten my budget until I get my first salary.

It was ten minutes before eight, we arrived at Stark Apparel. Chelsea told me to go to the HR department office first because there will be an orientation before I start with the actual job. I came into the room where I first had an initial interview, and inside, I found Jacey sitting on one of the seats. She instantaneously recognized me by flashing a wide smile.

"You're in! I'm so happy to see you!"

I grinned and sat next to her. "I'm happy to see you too, Jacey. You're here..."

"You know I heard that they've already picked someone for the job I was applying for, but then the HR manager put me in another vacancy because some employee is going to take her maternity leave so they needed someone to sit on her position, but I'm glad they picked you. It means I won't go to the cafeteria alone."

I grinned. I was sure she'd find a friend in no time if it wasn't me. She was very friendly. "Oh, have you met someone from the HR yet?"

"No. They said I have to wait here. Have you?"

I shook my head. "No. They said the same."

Several minutes while waiting, I learned that Jacey was twenty-two, a senior and an aspiring fashion designer undergraduate at NYU. She was living with his older sister in an apartment on the Upper East Side and was originally born in London. Her sister was already in the fashion business. They left the UK when their parents got divorced, leaving their older brother behind because of their sick mom.

I couldn't tell anything about myself to Jacey but my life in college and Chelsea who's already working at the company for a year. I had no interest in sharing my life with anyone because there was nothing good to share. It would probably ruin the mood if I tell her the tragedy of my life. I didn't want that.

Thirty minutes later, a man in eyeglasses came into the room. It was the assistant manager at HR, Mark Collins. He was wearing a designer jacket with the company logo on the chest part, a dark red turtleneck shirt, and black tight pants. From the looks of him, everyone seemed to have the freedom to express their fashion style. I was beginning to think that the company was suitable for a person who already had the money.

"Good morning, ladies, " he greeted, then sat on the chair across us. "Welcome to Stark Apparel Inc. Jacey and Audrey, am I correct?"

"Yes, Mr. Collins, " we answered in unison.

"Alright, this is going to be very brief and I shall start with Miss Hopkins. You can ask questions after I tell you all the basics."

"Of course, sir." I acknowledged.

"As discussed, you will be working with the CEO's right-hand man, Mr. Dave Kline, until Mr. Stark finally decided to entrust you the executive assistant position, that is if you passed the probation. It is a very important job in the company, so he wanted to make sure that you are the right person for the job, hence, the probation status.

Second, you should always be available for Mr. Stark whenever he calls you. You will be in charge of organizing his desk, his filing cabinet, forwarding and answering some of his emails, his coffee, assisting his guests, and you shall be present in every meeting. It's not a mandatory thing, but our CEO is very demanding.

You can't be caught using phones too often during work hours, but it should always be available since I'm giving the bosses your direct number in case they can't contact your desk. And here is the company's handbook, it contains the company's rules and regulations. I'm giving both of you a copy so you can review it in your free time. This contract is for three months. Subsequently, we are going to have an assessment if you are eligible for the permanency, as per Mr. Stark's order. Is that clear?"

I gulped hard. "Crystal."

"Good. Do you have a question?" Mr. Collins asked.

"None, sir."

"All right, and as for you Miss West, the same rules are applied, only, you are working under the Vice CEO's assistant. Oh, excuse me." He looked back at me. "By the way, Miss Hopkins, you shall proceed to the eighty-fifth floor. Mr. Kline is waiting for you so you can start working."

"Of course, Mr. Collins." I smiled then stood and hooked my knapsack bag.

"If you have a question, don't hesitate to ask, " he added.

"Thank you, sir."

I glanced at Jacey's direction, but she was currently busy listening to Mr. Collins so I decided to leave the room. I walked toward the elevator and pressed the 85th-floor button. I could already feel my heart racing as if it wanted to jump out of my chest in nervousness. I couldn't stop clenching the fabrics of my bag. Approaching the 83rd floor, the elevator stopped and a man in a blue suit came in the elevator and about to press 85, but it was already lit, so he glanced at me.

"Good morning, " he greeted.

"Good morning, " I replied.

"Are you perhaps, Miss Hopkins?" he asked.

I frowned, "Yes, sir."

"Oh, I see..." he said, and then the elevator finally stopped at the 85th floor. He let me step out first and then he came out after me.

"My name is Dave Kline. I'm Mr. Stark's right hand. This floor is exclusive only for the upper management, their assistants and of course, the CEO."

I roamed my eyes around the place. The 85th floor was unlike the other floors in the building. It was more like a five-star hotel suite lobby with chandeliers in the ceiling and the carpeted flooring. The scent alone smelled luxurious, just exactly right for its expensive interior. The reception area had Stark Apparel Inc. brand logo on the wall.

"This is your keycard, " Mr. Kline handed me a light blue colored card. "Please keep in mind that your key has all the access to each door in the building since you are going to be working for the CEO. Not everyone has this authorization. Please, don't lose it."

"Thank you, Mr. Kline."

"You can call me Dave, Audrey, right?" he smiled. "We always want to become friends with everyone here. The job here could be demanding, but at least we are comfortable working with our colleagues."

I smiled back. "Of course, Dave." It was almost awkward since he was very polite.

"Alright, I shall introduce you to Mr. Stark properly now, shall we?"

My heart skipped a beat, my throat getting dry. I took a deep breath and heaved out a sigh. "Sure."

"Follow me."

I followed Dave until we reached the largest room on the 85th floor. He knocked on the door then we heard a "Come in."

"Oh, by the way, you need to wait for his answer before you come in."

I nodded.

"Mr. Stark?" Dave stepped into the CEO's room. I followed behind him.

"Yes, Dave?" Gabriel Stark turned his swivel chair around and faced us.

Oh, God. He was just too good to be true as if I was looking at a movie scene. He was more beautiful than I last saw him. He wore a gray suit this time, and black ties and his hair was faultlessly trimmed onto classic pompadour. He was confident and shouting with overflowing confidence and the way he looked at me as if he was telling me to "come over and sit in my lap", the way he crossed his leg, resting an ankle on his left knee.

"Mr. Stark, Miss Hopkins is here, sir."

"I'm aware, " he answered, but he kept his deep set of cerulean eyes on me, making me blush than ever. Gabriel stood and walked over me. "Welcome to Stark Apparel, " he said, reaching out his hand to me.

Hesitating, I slowly reached my palm to him and shook his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Stark." His hand was slightly rough and hard, but it didn't help to prevent the little tingles he sent me and traveled down my already wet core and panties.

God! This man was an epitome of perfection as if he was born to please a woman with his penetrating gazes, his devilishly sexy features, and he knew it.

He cleared his throat, then break away, slipping his hands inside his pocket. "Mr. Kline, show her desk. She shall use Miss Will's former seat."

"Right away, Mr. Stark." Dave curtly nodded, then he looked at me. "Follow me, Miss Hopkins."

He remained standing, cocking his head as he watched me and Dave as we exited his office.