Bound to You: Volume 2 Read Online Free

a mistake and he actually wanted a whole milk mocha latte. He even said he tried to call me from his office phone, but I knew that was a lie. His intentions were deliberate. I could have easily gotten him the same drink at the Starbucks on the other side of the street, but I sucked it up and I went again. Each trip took about two hours, mostly because I kept getting lost. By the time I returned the second time, I was exhausted and ready to go home.
    The following day, Nicholas sent me to pick up his Great Dane named Otis. It didn’t exactly feel comfortable walking around the city with a giant horse dog, but I couldn’t really say no, could I? It wasn’t until I got back and spoke with Mary that she informed me that Nicholas didn’t have a dog. Apparently, he had paid a close friend of his to let him borrow the dog for the day. Thanks to my boss, I went home that day smelling like slobber and dog breath.
    The following week things seemed to calm down a little bit, but I guess that can be attributed to the fact that Nicholas had been called into several all-day meetings to discuss plans for the new fiscal year. It didn’t leave him much time to send me on crazy errands. I spent most of Monday replying to his e-mails. Manic Monday is an understatement. Try holy shit, I’m drowning in letters and I’ll never survive this apocalypse of mail Monday. I hate whoever was Nicholas’s last assistant. She left a mess. There’s unanswered letters requesting his presence from hundreds of different organizations. The most recent one is Lit For Kids. They’re honoring StoneHaven Publishing a week from now and they still need a revised biography and a photo of Nicholas for their program. I’m sure he can make time to go to this one.
    Nicholas has been on a campaign to get me to leave, but I’m not going anywhere. If he thinks he can just get me to quit by treating me like his own personal slave, he’s wrong. Lately, my days have consisted of everything from getting his coffee, cleaning bird shit off his window with a toothbrush, to cleaning the scuffs off his shoe collection. I do it all. I think in his head, he holds some twisted fantasy of having me on my knees. I’ve caught him watching me, and I don’t like it. Okay, that’s a lie.
    “Hey, you must be Rebecca.”
    I turn in my cubicle chair just in time to see Ken Phillips standing at the entrance of my cubicle. He stares down at me with his warm honey eyes framed by thick black glasses and a boyish grin.
    “Good morning, Ken,” I smile.
    “Oh, I’m surprised you recognize me.”
    “I saw pictures of you at Carol’s apartment.”
    It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says, shaking my hand.
    “Thank you for the recommendation. I don’t think I would be here if it wasn’t for you.”
    “I just forwarded your name,” he smiles shyly.
    “Well, thank you anyway.”
    “I’m sure they’re glad to have you.”
    “I’m glad to be here.” Except right now.
    Ken frowns at the heaping pile of work on my desk. “You look overwhelmed.” he says, pointing to my desk. “Are you finding everything all right?”
    “Oh no, it’s chaotic. I’m pretty sure today is my last day,” I say jokingly.
    Ken brushes the back of his neck as if he’s embarrassed. “I’m sorry, is there anything I can help you with?”
    “No, don’t worry. I’m just answering e-mails and trying to get some letters out. I’ll manage.”
    “I don’t doubt it,” he says with a grin. “When I heard you were hired as Nicholas’s assistant I was a little worried.”
    “Oh. Why?” Does he think I can’t handle the job?
    “He has a bad streak with his assistants,” he says.
    “Don’t worry, I’m not in danger of falling for Mr. StoneHaven.”
    “Just be careful, he can be very charming,” Ken says with a pained expression.
    I was anxious to meet Ken when I was first hired on. From everything Carol told me, he was amazing. I mean, he is amazing. He vouched for me without even