Chapter 96
KATE
Before I can start undressing him, the phone rings, interrupting us.
"Nat..." He ignores it. "Ryan?"
"Afterward," he whispers. I try to push him away.
"No." He rolls his eyes, moving away to answer the phone. I step down from his desk.
*"What? My sister? Okay."*
"What's wrong?"
"My sister is here. She's coming up."
"She came to visit you?"
"I think so. What else would it be?"
"How old is she again?"
"Seventeen." I imagine how much she must suffer if he's as controlling with her as he is with everyone else.
"Does she have a boyfriend?"
"Of course not." He grimaces as if it were unacceptable for the girl to do something like that. I automatically feel sorry for poor Ellie. Having Nathan as an older brother must be horrible. "Why are you laughing?"
"She's seventeen, Ryan, not twelve."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Maybe she has a boyfriend, and you don't know."
"She's just a kid."
"She's only four years younger than me."
"Please... she's just a girl."
"What were you doing at her age? I bet nothing good." He becomes thoughtful. Shit. I don't want to put the girl in trouble. "Hey! I'm just kidding... I don't want to put ideas in your head. Your sister probably already suffers enough without my help. I'll ask her to come in."
Ellie is sitting on the couch, looking beautiful in an angelic way. I hadn't paid much attention to her during the dinner at Ryan's house. Probably because of Mia.
"Miss Ryan?" I get her attention.
"Just Ellie, please. It's Kate, right?" She stands up and extends her hand, which I accept.
"Yes. He's waiting for you."
"How is he doing today?"
"I've seen him on worse days, I guess."
"That's good. Thank you, Kate," she says before entering through the door.
Meg went to the restroom at the diner. Two girls with familiar faces entered and sat at a table behind me. I think they work at Ryan Enterprises.
My phone vibrates with a message from Lisa. It's a screenshot of a web page, a gossip news article. Nathan is pictured leaving a nightclub.
The caption reads, *"One of New York's most eligible bachelors is missing from the nightlife scene." She wrote: "Looks like a good thing to me. So you've hooked the fish, huh?"*
The rest of the article reads as follows:
*"Nathan Ryan, CEO of Ryan Enterprises Holdings and one of New York's most eligible bachelors has been missing from the vibrant New York nightlife scene, where we're accustomed to seeing him accompanied. The handsome man was last spotted at a famous nightclub, accompanied by his equally attractive brother. Single women in New York are not too happy about the hunk's disappearance. Could he have a new flame? Is she a model or a famous actress? Well, that would be a sad loss for all the single ladies out there."*
"What are you looking at?" Meg returns and sits down.
"Oh, nothing."
"Look, it's the girls." She points to the girls behind me.
"Do you know them?"
"Of course, they work in the sales department. Come on, let me introduce you." She stands up, and without a choice, I do the same.
"Hello, girls! Kate, these are Amber and Rachel. Girls, Kate is Ryan's new assistant."
"Is it her?" Amber asks. She's a tanned blonde with blue eyes.
"Please, have a seat," Rachel invites. Unlike Amber, she has brown eyes and chocolate-colored hair with honey highlights.
"Yes, she's the 'lucky one,'" Meg laughs.
"Why am I lucky?" We sit with them.
"Because you work with Nathan Ryan," Amber says, in a way that would convince anyone that Nathan is a god.
"Yes, and?" Rachel looks at me as if I've said something absurd.
"Oh, my God! She doesn't think he's incredibly hot?" She looks at Meg.
"Kate thinks he's a big jerk. I think she's the only one not affected by Ryan's charms."
"This is outrageous." Amber laughs.
"Unacceptable!" Rachel adds, laughing along.
"They're just joking, Kate." Meg touches my shoulder, laughing too.
"But he's a hot motherfucker, that's for sure!" Rachel bites her lip before picking up her juice and taking a sip.
"Too bad, we'll never find out if he's, let's say... a complete hot." Amber shakes her head, with a frustrated expression. It takes me two seconds to read her expression and understand that she's talking about the size of Nathan's penis.
"I bet it's more than eighteen," Rachel says, closing her eyes as if she's trying to visualize it. Yes, they're talking about the size of his penis. I feel like laughing. I try not to blush. Definitely more than eighteen.
"You should know, Kate." Meg stares at me.
"What? Know what?" I almost choke.
"You're the only one who has the opportunity to get a good look at that package all day long."
"Oh my god!"
"You could accidentally spill coffee on his pants to find out for us, Kate," Amber suggests.
"No way."
"She'd end up losing her job, that's what. We know the genius of Mr. Kindness." Meg says, picking up her phone from her bag.
"I think he would love to see your boobs when you're cleaning his pants." I swallow hard at Rachel's comment. Amber bursts out laughing. How did we end up in this conversation?
"Don't worry, Kate, Rachel is just trying to let you know that she likes both things."
"Huh?"
"She's bisexual," Meg adds.
"Oh! Thanks, I guess." We all laugh.
"Well, girls, we have to go. You've already terrorized Kate enough for today. I'm sure she won't be able to take her eyes off Ryan's pants."
"Great. That way, she can find out if he's as big as he looks." Rachel winks at me.
We say our goodbyes with promises to go out together later. I liked them, even though they constantly talk about the guy I'm sleeping with. I like the idea of being the only one who knows that he's as big as he seems.
"Shit!" he storms out of the room, five minutes after the Canadian executives left.
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" Great, the asshole is here.
"What happened?"
"They didn't accept the project, and they'll probably look for that damn JMG instead."
"Why didn't they accept?"
"Apparently, they're not willing to make such a high investment. That means they don't trust my work. Can you believe that? I spent over a month working on this crap!" For a moment, I catch myself looking at his pants and feel the urge to laugh. Damn it, girls.
"Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying, Collins?"
"Of course. Yes, sir." Sometimes I just forget that he's still my boss, authoritative, and a jerk.
"I want that damn project out of my office now!" he says, slamming the door behind him. Should I tell him to throw it away himself? But it's not the right time. Just do your job.
I have never seen him like this before, not because of work. This always happens when he loses control over something when things don't go his way. He's spoiled.
When I enter his office, he is talking on the phone. I walk over to his desk and gather the papers, placing them back into the folder.
"Are you kidding me?" he shouts, startling me. "I want that son of a bitch out, now!" I wouldn't want to be the person on the other end of the line. But surely they would know how to handle him.
"I'm surrounded by incompetents," he growls after hanging up. I really hope he's not referring to me.
"Do you need anything else?" I ask. He stares at me as if I've asked the dumbest question in the world. "Stop acting like a spoiled brat."
"What?" Well, that should have stayed in my head.
"It's just that... you should already be prepared for when things don't go your way."
"Get out, Collins."
"Very mature," I roll my eyes, turning my back to him.
"You're not here to tell me what to do or not to do, but to do your job and control your insolent tongue." I raise my middle finger before walking out the door.
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