Big Bad Boss – Midnight (Werewolves of Wall Street #1) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: , Series: Lee Savino
Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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“No, I’ll remember,” I assure him brightly. I’m not using a pen and paper or entering it into a text on my phone as a matter of pride. I have an excellent memory and intend to keep it honed, even if all I’m doing with my Princeton degree is serving a bunch of entitled assholes their coffee. I use the memory device of picturing me setting each paper cup with the label printed with their exact drink in front of them.

“Okay,” he says slowly. “I’ll have a caramel ribbon crunch Frappuccino with whip.”

“Got it.” I look politely at the next guy, but Billy interrupts, changing his mind. “No, actually, make that a tall, decaf mocha with only two pumps of chocolate.”

I take two more orders when he changes it again. “Wait, hold up. I’d like a large latte breve with an extra shot. Got it?” The cocky bastard has the nerve to wink.

“Got it.” I turn politely to get the last of the orders and leave the conference room.

I find Indira frantically clicking the mouse at her computer. “I had to get IT to get my former boss’ password. Hopefully I can find the reports he needs. Are you okay to get the coffees? Just hit the cafe outside the building.”

“No problem. Good luck with the reports. I’ll be right back.”

Ten minutes later, I’m down the block waiting in line to place the order. I should have ordered ahead on the app. I try not to get fidgety about getting raked over the coals for taking so long. There’s nothing I can do at this point except apologize if I’m called out.

When I finally make it back with the two loaded trays of drinks, I have to set one of the carriers on the floor to open the door to the conference room.

Indira’s inside, handing out the reports.

I serve the coffees, and Billy says, “What is this? Where’s my flat white?”

My mind spins as I try to figure out if he’s screwing with me.

He’s frowning like he’s pissed, but I catch a lip-twitch from Vance.

He is screwing with me. He totally is.

I’m sure of it when he says, “You really should have written down the orders.” He shoots a glance in the direction of Blackthroat, as if he’s a hunting dog delivering a tasty morsel at his master’s feet.

I’m the morsel in this scenario.

“No, I’m good. I’ve got them all up here.” I tap my temple. “You ordered a caramel ribbon crunch Frappuccino with whip, then changed it to a tall, decaf mocha with only two pumps of chocolate and then a large latte breve with an extra shot.” I wait a beat before I say, “But I’m happy to go back and get you something else.” There may or may not be a tinge of snark in my tone. I lean my hip against the giant, thick slab of polished mahogany that makes up the table. “Or were you just trying to trip me up? It takes more than a coffee order to confuse me.”

He doesn’t smile, but I hear a snort from across the table and a light chuff of laughter from Vance.

I reach across the table to adjust Billy’s coffee cup, so the label faces him. “Were you a bully in high school, too?”

The very serious, professional, haughty looking execs suddenly turn into frat boys in a lounge. Or maybe that’s what they’ve always been, but the suits deceived me. “Ohhhhh, she’s a mouthy one,” one of them cackles. “Serves you right,” Nickel says.

“Are you going to let her get away with that?” Billy turns to Mr. Blackthroat.

What the actual F? Compared to the corporate culture I’ve seen everywhere outside of the board room, the familiarity within this group shocks me. But then, Blackthroat formed the start-up with his cousins and friends from college, so I suppose it makes sense.

“Am I going to let my secretary’s secretary hand you your ass when you try to slip her up?” Blackthroat folds his arms across his chest.

Dear Lord, they are very fine arms, thick and corded with muscle. “Yeah, I guess I am.” He turns to me. “Sit in the corner with Indira, that memory could be useful.”

I find Indira seated in the shadowed corner by the door and pull up a rolling office chair beside her. “At first I thought I was being sent to the corner as punishment,” I murmur under my breath.

She rolls her lips inward to keep from smiling.

Mr. Blackthroat’s gaze flicks to me for a moment, and my belly flips. I doubt he heard me. My flutters have nothing to do with fear over losing my job. It’s more like… excitement over his attention.

Score one for the assistants.

Chapter Two

Brick

I don’t know why I told New Girl to stay in the room, but her muttered comment about it being punishment makes me sprout a chub. I’d definitely love to punish that one. Fold her over my desk and smack her ass while she moans for more. Of course, I wouldn't.



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