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Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays on budget.”
    Fuck. Not only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information, something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted to digest was my cum.
    “Thank you, Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.”
    My eyes stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform.
    “Anything else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down.
    Bend over and spread your legs. And let me fuck you over my desk.
    What the fuck was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me.
    Fucking love.

T he conference room was adjacent to my office. I strode into it with Olive by my side. Mallory was already seated at the table along with Jaime Zander and his ZAP! team, whom I recognized from the thorough file Olive had put together. No other assistant had ever done such a great job gathering the information I needed and so quickly. She was one hell of a girl in every way. She’d even managed to set a platter of assorted donuts on the table for our guests to enjoy.
    Jaime rose as I went over to shake his hand. He was actor handsome and dressed casually in faded jeans with a simple V-neck T-shirt. He introduced his two colleagues and I, in turn, introduced Olive.
    His eyes lit up. “Hey, beautiful, don’t I know you?”
    My blood simmered. He knew my Olive? Had some kind of fling with her? Jealousy bulldozed through my veins as he shot her a wink.
    “Wait. I know. You’re the girl from the focus group.”
    “Yes,” she said, blushing.
    I calmed down but now was curious. “Jaime, you watched the focus group?”
    “Yup,” he replied, sitting back down. “Your marketing director sent me a link to the video.”
    Clint smiled smugly.
    “I watched the whole thing. It was really fascinating.”
    “I agree,” I said, getting a good feeling about this advertising guru. In addition to representing Gloria’s Secret, he had many other prestigious clients from around the world and had won numerous awards. I took a seat at the head of the table and told Olive to take the seat next to me. She was facing Mallory, who shot her a scathing look. I wanted to rip it off her snarky smarty-pants face.
    Putting my feelings aside, I got right into business. “So, Jaime, as you know, I’m looking for a new creative direction. Something that will breakout and put Donut King back on the map again.”
    “And back in everyone’s mouths,” he added.
    “Exactly.” With each passing minute, I was liking him more and more. I turned to Clint and belatedly thanked her for sending the focus group footage.
    She huffed. “Actually, it was something your new assistant should have handled, but obviously she was far too busy with other things.”
    Pinching my lips, I tensed. She was grating on my nerves. I’d long suspected that Clint had a thing for me, but she was so not my type. An anal, self-righteous snob, who thought her Ivy League credentials entitled her to greatness. It was time to put her on the spot.
    “So, Mallory, why don’t you share your takeaway from the focus group with Jaime and his team?”
    Another smug smile flashed on her lips. There was nothing know-it-all Clint loved more than to voice her opinion first. I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms. Showtime. Let the games begin.
    Folding her hands on the table, she looked directly at Jaime. “Jaime, in my opinion, it’s very obvious that donuts may be a thing of the past, and without a doubt, featuring Mr. King as the spokesperson is a total turn off.”
    To my utter surprise, my new assistant blurted out, “What is wrong with you? Donuts are timeless and Mr. King is yummy!”
    I had to love her even if Clint didn’t.
    “Owen, why on earth did you