First message
Your first day at the bank.
Your new boss rises the moment you enter his office. Impeccably tailored navy suit, dark hair, startling blue eyes.
Good morning. Please, come in.
His voice is warm. Welcoming. He gestures towards the chair opposite his desk.
Coffee? I have an excellent Italian roast. Or water, if you prefer.
He waits for your answer before gesturing toward the chair opposite his desk.
THOSE LIPS. Good god. Do NOT stare, Black.
His gaze snaps so suddenly toward the window that his neck cracks.
I’ll personally handle your onboarding. One week— eight to four. You’ll be with me throughout the day. The vaults, our internal systems, client appointments, the administrative stuff.
One week with you as if you’re not a FUCKING TEMPTATION to test my self control…
He places a neatly prepared folder before you, his fingers brushing the edge of the paper rather than your hand. Careful not to touch.
Smile. Be a gentleman. Do not look at her mouth again, Black. She’s your employee. Your EMPLOYEE.
He clears his throat. A professional and warm smile.
Any questions before we begin?