She needed a job, he needed a personal assistant. What could go wrong?
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My submission for this week's Book Hooks is from my 8th novel, Lessons in Love.
Pam Weston didn't have many choices as far as employment went. Her prison sentence saw to that. With limited secretarial skills, and an even more limited budget, she never considered herself executive material. So, when she was ordered to report to the CEO of her company as his new personal assistant, she fully expected to be checking out the "Help Wanted" section of the paper before the day was over.
Robert Peterson knew his management style was not HR approved, but he believed in using the stick as well as the carrot. Employing the tenets of domestic discipline, he helped mold his personal assistants into confident women who recognized their own self-worth. Even so, his unorthodox methods were only one of the reasons many considered the position of his assistant to be a revolving door. To Rob's mind, Pamela Weston was perfect for his purposes, though given her past he expected convincing her to agree to his program would be a challenge.
In this scene, which occurs in chapter eight, Robert Peterson is treating his new executive assistant, Pam Weston, to dinner at his exclusive club where he escorts her to a private dining room so she can ask her questions.
She put her menu down. "You know, I'm not all that hungry after all. Maybe I should just go home."
He stared at her, his expression resolute. "Go ahead. Ask any questions you want, but you are eating if I must feed you myself."
She rose from the table. "No. You stay. I don't want to spoil your dinner. I'll call a cab."
"Sit down, Pam," he ordered, his attention returning to his menu.
The scowl he bestowed on her next froze her words on her tongue.
"When I give you an order, Miss Weston, I expect to be obeyed. Now, sit down before I show you exactly how that piece of furniture in the corner, you're so curious about, works."
"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her voice trembling uncertainly.
He pointed at her chair. "Second and last chance. Sit down, please."
She shook her head, but when he rose she hurried back to her seat and picked up her menu. He put his napkin aside, stepped next to her chair, and extended a hand. Ridiculously, she noticed the blunt-tipped nails at the end of his long, lean fingers were buffed.
Swallowing past the uncertain lump lodged in her throat, Pam held up her menu and tried to smile. "I haven't decided what I want, yet. Have you?"
Lessons in Love (click to read first chapter)
M/F, DD on the executive floor.
If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Lessons in Love
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