His smile is soft.
“It means the world to me that you trust me. It’s what I want.”
He brings my hand to his mouth to kiss it, then leans in to kiss my lips again.
I laugh, shoving him off.
“Let’s get this over with so I can put your dick in my mouth,” I say.
“You could do that while I talk, you know.”
“Then how will I argue for better pay?” I say as I walk around the desk.
“There’s no arguing here. You get what you want, baby.”
My stomach heats at the nickname. There’s something about it that is so hot coming out of his mouth. This powerful man callingmebaby.
“That doesn’t sound fair,” I say as I sit in the chair across from his desk.
“How so? If employees want more money, then they should ask for it. They don’t.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Seriously. It’s not my fault they don’t know how tonegotiate.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I say.
Harmon places a folder on the table that he’s pulled out from a drawer. He flips it open and slides me a small packet.
“I’ve already written up your contract. If there is anything in here that you don’t agree with, I will adjust it and print a new one right now.”
He’s always so eager. So veryright this second.Like he’s afraid I’m going to change my mind…
I pick up the packet and look over the details.
“Office Coordinator? What does that even mean?” I ask, looking up at him.
He looks proud of himself right now, and it’s kind of adorable.
“You would be in charge of schedules, particularly with the meeting rooms. Ordering supplies and filling requests. You’d handle stocking the cafeteria, and whatever supplies Chef needs. There would be a lot of interdepartmental communication regarding meetings, but mostly you’d be on your own to do as you please. There’s more, but that’s the basics.”
“That… sounds like Oliver’s job?”
“Oliver is my personal assistant. It’s true he handles a lot of this, but it’s best it’s taken from him. Then he can take more work from me, like writing emails and all the other stuff I don’t like doing.” He grins, leaning back in his chair.
I huff a laugh, shaking my head. I continue to read and go through the duties he mentioned along with a few more that he didn’t mention but are equally as simple. The hours are listedfrom 9:00 am to 2:00 pm Monday through Friday, which I know he did so I could get Chrissy to and from school. I turn the page and almost fall off my chair.
“A hundred thousand a year?” I gasp. “That… sounds like a lot.”
“It is,” he says plainly. “At least for this position. However, it’s significantly less than what I am giving you now. Though, I have no issue making up for it, if you want. I have plenty of ideas. But this will put you on the books. You’ll have taxes taken out. Plus, you get paid vacation, personal time, and sick leave. And you’re on salary, so if your job is done for the day you can leave early.”
“This doesn’t feel right.” I put the papers down but can’t pull my gaze from that number. $100,000.00 annually. “Harmon, I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.”
“No, I can’t. The last job I had was at the crappiest burger place in town, and mostly I cleaned the bathrooms because no one else would and they were all fucking the boss, so I didn’t have much of a choice. How am I going to organize things and talk to people who… who, in any other situation, would step over me on the street?”
He sighs, folding his hands together. “First of all, you need to not worry about what anyone else in this office thinks of you except for me. Secondly, you are highly qualified for this position, which is why I gave it to you in the first place. All you do is organize, Cassius. You handle you and your sister’s entire schedules. You have busy days and always get everything done.”He leans closer to me, lowering his voice and adds, “You’ve never been late when it came to being my slave..”