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Isobel had been finding it increasingly difficult to understand his words, but she was sure that she understood the name of the company, and her heart almost stopped beating in her chest. Tyler Morgan Inc.’s. head office was a huge building right smack in the middle of town; all glass windows and at least fifteen stories high. Isobel had often passed by and wished she could take a peek inside.

“Maybe you should seriously think about replacing her.” She made sure her tone was understanding and supportive, smiling to herself when he nodded in agreement with her.

“I would, but my partner has to have a say as well, and she’s a grade A bitch who loves to piss me off.” He started to scowl again, and Isobel could sense that his mood was rapidly sinking south. “If it wasn’t for the fact that I need her name on the door, I’d kick her ass to the curb as well.”

It sounded to Isobel as though Tyler James had a lot of women problems, which, considering his amazingly good looks and muscular physique, was a surprise to her. “I’m sorry to hear that, Tyler.” She commiserated with him sympathetically. “We’re not all bad though. I promise”

Tyler’s laugh had a distinctly sarcastic ring to it, but his tone was pleasant enough when he responded to her comment. “Oh, I know you’re not, Isobel. It’s just that women like her give the rest of you a bad name.”

By now, Isobel had figured out that it was just one specific woman he was complaining about, but she couldn’t make out if it was a woman at work or at home he was referring to.

She was just about ready to ask him when he checked his watch and got to his feet, leaving Isobel staring up at him from her sitting position.
Man, he’s even more impressive stood up,
she thought, as she looked him up and down with vaguely concealed interest.

“I have to go, unfortunately.” He took out his wallet and retrieved a business card, holding it out to her with a drunken smile. “If you ever get a night off work and fancy doing something a little different, call me.” He gave her another one of his deliciously sexy winks.

Isobel watched him walk away, his steps just a little on the wonky side as the alcohol he’d consumed made him struggle with his coordination. She got to her feet and followed him to the door, just in case he got lost or couldn’t make it under his own steam. At least that was the excuse she gave herself. All she really wanted to do was admire his taut ass as he walked.

Reaching the main door, she opened it and looked out just in time to see him getting into what looked like a brand new Jaguar; the driver closing the back door behind him once he was seated and then going around to the driver’s door and pulling away from the curb a second later.

Isobel watched the tail lights fade into the distance and then looked at the business card she still held in her hand with a thoughtful look. Tyler James: CEO/Owner Tyler Morgan Inc. her eyes widened at the heading. CEO/Owner? Holy shit batman, she might have just hit the jackpot. She walked back into the bar with a determined step to her stride. She couldn’t wait to get the last hour of work over and done with so she could get home and think about things.

A few hours later, her plan was hatched and her mind made up. She was sick to death of working in the bar. No prospects, crappy wages and horrible customers made the place a living hell for her, and she would do just about anything to get out of there. She knew she would be taking a chance, but she hadn’t handed her notice in at the bar yet, so she knew that if all else failed she could go back to work there as normal.

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Chapter Two

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The following morning she woke early and jumped out of bed eagerly. Today could be the start of a completely new life for her, and she wanted to be prepared for it. She ran herself a hot bath, cleaned her teeth, plucked her eyebrows and checked that she didn’t need to shave anywhere, making sure that her under arms and legs were smooth. She’d had a bikini wax just two days ago, so even her pussy was well trimmed, although she didn’t think that would be applicable for what she had in mind anyway.

A short while later she was finished with her bath and her long auburn hair was dried and put up in a neat chignon, giving her a sincere but sexy look. She applied the minimum of make-up; a hint of eye-shadow and a sweep of mascara accentuated her almond shaped green eyes. A faint dab of blusher to highlight her cheekbones and she was ready to put her clothes on.

She walked back into her bedroom and started to get dressed. A lacy white bra and matching thong with thigh-high hold-ups went on first, followed by a crisp white blouse that was just a teeny bit see-through. A black skirt that ended just above her knees and a matching black jacket were finished off with a pair of patent black leather stilettos. She walked over to the full length mirror, gave her clothes a tweak here and there and then nodded in satisfaction. She looked professional, but sexy; exactly what she wanted.

She grabbed herself a quick cup of coffee after checking the time. She wanted to be there early, but not so early that she’d stand out like a sore thumb while she waited. Grabbing her keys, she locked her front door and made her way to her car.

Her nerves started to get to her a little on the short trip into town, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle and she was of the opinion that it was a case of nothing ventured, nothing gained. She parked her car in the underground parking lot beneath the Tyler Morgan office block and rode the elevator up to the lobby, smoothing down her skirt and taking a deep, calming breath as the door opened.

Isobel walked into the lobby towards the reception desk and looked around her in awe. Black marble tiles were beneath her feet and leather chairs and couches lined the wall-papered walls. The whole place had an air of opulence to it that took her breath away. She pinned a smile to her face that she hoped hid her nerves and asked the receptionist if Mr. James was in his office yet, to be told that he was yet to arrive.

She walked across to the seating area and sank down into one of the chairs that faced the main door and elevator. She wanted to make sure that she could see him when he walked in otherwise her plan would be shot before she’d even had a chance to put it in motion.

She didn’t have too long to wait, as just a few minutes later the man in question walked out of the elevator, striding towards the reception desk with purpose. Isobel got to her feet and walked towards him, waiting until he’d finished talking to the woman behind the desk before she said anything.

“Good morning, Mr. James.” She made sure that her voice was neutral. Tyler James turned to look at her, frowning briefly as he tried to place who she was and obviously coming up blank. “Isobel Cairns? We met last night and you told me to meet you here this morning to start work?” She made her voice sound as though she was questioning his memory, and he immediately looked abashed and put out his own hand to take hers in a handshake.

“Isobel. Of course. Please forgive me. My mind was elsewhere.” He had been shaking her hand slowly the entire time he was speaking, and Isobel firmly pulled her hand back and out of his grasp, smiling to herself at his obvious discomfort.

“Excuse me just one minute, Isobel.” He turned back to the receptionist. “Has Jenny put in an appearance yet?” The receptionist shook her head indicating that the woman in question had not arrived. “Good. Call her please and tell her that her services are not required today.”

Isobel felt a pang of guilt at the possibility that Jenny might be the person she would be replacing, but she quickly quelled it. From what Tyler had told her last night, the woman didn’t do her job properly anyway, so it would be no great loss.

“Come with me Ms. Cairns.” He turned and walked back towards the elevator, and for one horrible minute Isobel thought that he was going to escort her from the building. Her fears were unfounded, however, as he pressed the button that would take them up to the top floor.

As the elevator made its ascent, Isobel cast a furtive glance in the direction of the man stood next to her. She couldn’t believe that he looked so fresh and alert after the copious amount of alcohol he’d consumed the night before. Hell, he looked better than simply alert; he looked positively gorgeous, she thought as her pulse gave another little jerk of awareness.

He didn’t say a single word to her on the short journey up, and Isobel was starting to think that maybe he knew that she was lying about him telling her to come to the office. But, as the door opened he stood to one side and smiled warmly at her, indicating that she should exit the elevator before him, and she breathed another small sigh of relief.

The elevator had opened up into what Isobel assumed was his office, judging by the huge mahogany desk and extensive plate glass windows that ran the whole length of one wall giving an amazing view of the city spread out beneath it. Thick carpet muffled their footsteps and expensive light fittings and artwork that was probably real and not prints adorned the wall. On the wall to the left was one door, and on the opposite wall was another, and Isobel would bet her life that the lush plants were real rather than fake. The whole room had an air of luxury that left her breathless.

Tyler walked around the desk and sat down in the huge leather executive chair. “Please, take a seat, Isobel.” He indicated the chair on the opposite side of the desk and she sat down nervously, crossing her legs demurely. “I seem to recall you telling me that you have typing experience and office administration skills?” He raised an inquiring eyebrow at her.

She did, but only just, and it had been a long time since she’d worked in an office environment. But how hard could it be? “Um, yes I do Mr. James.”

“Tyler, please. Mr. James sounds like you’re talking to my father.” He smiled in a friendly way and Isobel felt herself relax a little. “So, I thought that I’d give you a trial shot at being my personal assistant. If all goes well, then we’ll see about making the position more permanent. How does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful Mr. Jame…Tyler. Thank you.” Isobel was glad that she hadn’t quit her bartending job, if it turned out that she sucked at office work she could at least go back there.

“Okay, if you’ll sit here for a minute I’ll write up a list of things that I’d like you to do today. Then I’ll take you through to where you’ll be working.” As he spoke he was taking a pen out of its holder on the desk that Isobel could have sworn was solid gold. Oh yeah, she’d definitely hit the jackpot.

Tyler seemed to be writing for an age before he finally put the pen back down and handed her the paper he’d been writing on. Isobel gulped when she saw how long the list was, and then she gulped again when she saw some of the things written on it, wondering if she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Oh well, she’d never know if she didn’t at least try.

Her new boss, albeit possibly temporary, got to his feet and Isobel followed suit, smoothing her skirt down as she stood and noticing that Tyler’s eyes followed the movement of her hands. “Follow me please, Isobel. Let’s get you settled in.” Oh, she’d love to be settled in; in the crook of his arms as he... She quickly put a leash on where her mind was taking her. Now wasn’t the time or the place, even if she did wish differently.

She was led through one of the doors, which turned out to be the entrance to what could only be called a secretaries office. There was a buzz of chatter as the five or so ladies who were present talked among themselves while they readied themselves for the work day ahead. The talk soon ceased however, as the boss walked in with a very quiet and subdued Isobel in tow.

“Good morning, ladies.” There was a murmur of answering greetings. “This is Isobel. She’s going to be my personal assistant, for today at least.” Isobel noticed the mixed reactions his news received. One lady beamed a smile in her direction, but most of them seemed to be pretty annoyed, and she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe they’d each been hoping that they would be the next personal assistant.
Oh well, you snooze, you lose, bitches,
she thought.

Tyler seemed oblivious to the mixed undercurrents running through the room, and carried on talking. “Mary, I’d like you to show Isobel where she can find everything she’ll need, please.” He spoke to the woman who had smiled at Isobel, much to her relief.

“Sure thing, boss.” Mary walked towards Isobel with a friendly smile.

“I’ll see you later, Isobel. Good luck.” With that, Tyler walked back through the door that led into his private office, leaving Isobel at the mercy of the women.

She looked around the room, smiling in a way that she hoped would show the women that she wasn’t there to make enemies, but to work. Mary caught the way everyone was glaring and seemed to take pity on her, placing her hand on Isobel’s arm and giving it a friendly pat. “Just ignore this bunch of cronies, hon.” Her voice was quiet, but not a whisper. “They’re just bloody jealous because you get to work up close and personal with the big man.” She winked and then frowned at the other ladies. “Don’t you lot have any work to do?”

Isobel watched everyone scurry off to their relevant work areas and then she followed Mary to a cubicle that was set apart from the others. “This is where you’ll be working. That’s when you’re not off running errands for Mr. James, of course.” There was a desk with a top of the line computer set up on it, a telephone that looked as though there were a hundred different buttons and a myriad of paper trays and filing cabinets, all of which looked full to the brim.

Isobel gulped as she took it all in, she’d never be able to figure any of this stuff out. She was doomed before she began, it seemed. Mary laughed at her expression and then hurried to reassure her. “Don’t panic sweetness. It’s not as hard as it looks, and if you need any help you just give me a holler. Okay?”

Giving a slow nod of agreement, Isobel looked at the piece of paper that Tyler had given her. “Is that your ‘to do’ list?” Mary asked.

“Yeah. And I have no clue where to even start.” Isobel’s voice gave her away with regards to just how nervous she was feeling. “I mean, he wants me to take his suit to the dry cleaners, but I don’t know where the suit is or which one he even uses.” Her voice had risen as she talked, and she took a deep, calming breath to calm herself down.

“It’s not as bad as it seems, hon. I’ll let you in on a little secret, shall I?” Mary was being so nice that Isobel could have hugged her, but she settled for just giving her a nod. “Okay, Jenny was always running late or disappearing when she should have been working, but she always expected us to cover for her so she left a list in her drawer of relevant information.” While she was talking, Mary had been rummaging through the desk, and she pulled out an A4 piece of paper with a triumphant flourish. “Ha! Here you go sweetie. This has contacts, Boss Man’s preferences and anything else you might need to know on it.”

She handed Isobel the paper and told her to let her know if there was anything else she could help with, and then she walked away to her own work station. Isobel took a seat at her own desk and then looked at the two pieces of paper she held, making a mental plan of attack. She figured that the first thing she should do was to get Tyler’s suit to the dry cleaners, so she found the address on the list made by her predecessor and then collected the suit that was hanging on a cabinet door, rightly assuming by its size and the fact that he was the only male that she’d seen working up here, that it belonged to Tyler.

Forty minutes later she was back at the office building, walking through the main doors as though she had been working there for years and not just started that morning under false pretenses. As she passed by the front desk, the receptionist called out to her. “Excuse me, Ms. Cairns?” Isobel changed course and walked towards her. “I just need you to sign some paperwork for us. It’s nothing major, just your pertinent information and bank details for your salary. It will also give you authorization to sign for any deliveries that may arrive for Mr. James.”

Isobel’s mind had gone blank at the word
salary
. She had only ever worked an hourly job before, and never had a salary in her life. Hell, she didn’t even know how much she would be getting paid if she was lucky enough to actually keep this job.

“Ms. Cairns?” She was brought back to reality by the receptionist’s voice, and quickly took the required paperwork from her, walking across to one of the leather couches to sit and fill it out. A short time later she was back up on the top floor sat at her desk while she looked at the list Tyler had given her once more. She knew it was her imagination, but it seemed to have gotten longer while she’d been at the dry cleaners. She took a deep breath and gave herself a stiff talking too.
Come on, Isobel. You can do this shit
. She put her head down and read through the list again.