As soon as the door clicked behind him, Alex didn't bother with any niceties. He marched straight to my desk, laying down a sheaf of papers with a flick of his wrist.
“Morning, Ellie. Here's the new operational plan I drafted. We start implementing this today," he declared, each word punctuated with the sharpness of a man used to commanding rather than conversing.
It was Alex's first day as our new “boss," or whatever the hell he was. I hadn't even taken a sip of my coffee and he was already grilling me. Was this how they did things in New York?
I reached for the papers, my fingers brushing against his momentarily, a spark of antagonistic energy -and total s****l heat- passing between us. The sensation of his skin against mine was intense enough to make my breath hitch, to make my p***y
