The Bishop Affair (Dominated by the Billionaire Brothers #2) Read Online Free

through with no less than three pencils. “I’m going to step out and run a couple errands for the Bishops and pick up some lunch while I’m out. Can I get you anything?”

“That’s sweet of you Lori, but I’ll be fine.”

I walked away, feeling much lighter knowing I’d be out of the office for a while. Hopefully, I’d be able to clear my head so I could be productive the rest of the day.

Strolling along the sidewalk, free from the building, I felt like a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I grabbed a smoothie from a nearby shop and sipped on it, watching New Yorkers pass by in droves, dragged by an invisible current of their own needs and desires. How many people had just received an mind-blowing massage from their gorgeous boss?

Before leaving the shop, I bought a plastic-wrapped brownie for Susan. She kept a dish of chocolates on her desk and had quite the sweet tooth. I knew the brownie wouldn’t go to waste with her.

Enjoying the crisp weather, I walked the handful of blocks to the store Jordan had indicated and picked up the clock. The receipt listed an outrageous price for the decorative timepiece—more than several of my paychecks combined. I really hoped the client would remember the time spent with Bishop Corp.

I had the clock wrapped and placed into a bag. Carrying the pricey parcel gingerly in one hand, I dug around in my tote until I found the other task I had to do: the dry cleaning ticket. Surprisingly, I felt a lot less dread than earlier. What else could Trevor do to me? Spank me again? I was doing exactly what he asked. Jordan’s massage apparently did wonders for my confidence.

I remembered the dry cleaning shop’s façade from yesterday and picked it from the others with little trouble. The attendant pulled the plastic-covered shirt and vest from a rack and handed them to me. I paid and carried everything out. Back on the sidewalk, I looked up at the office building, towering into the sky.

It was time to face Trevor.

I held my head high as I strode across the office to my desk. I was so ready to get the phantom of Trevor out of my mind for the day. Carefully, I set Jordan’s parcel on my desk, promising myself to give it to him as soon as I dealt with Trevor. I placed the brownie on Susan’s empty desk before shaking out the dry cleaning, making extra sure it was perfect in every way, right down to freeing the wrinkles in the plastic. Marching down the hall with the clean items in hand, I knocked briskly on Trevor’s office door.

“Enter!”

I pushed the door and bravely opened my mouth to say hello when Trevor held up his hand.

He was seated at his desk in shirtsleeves, his tie thrown over his shoulder, listening to someone on his phone. Drawn curtains of heavy fabric kept most of the light out of his office, and the space was only illuminated by a desk lamp at his elbow. He kept his eyes on me even as he made curt sounds of acknowledgement to whoever was on the other end of the line. He pointed at my shoes and gave a stern expression.

Of course, the rug.

I stepped out of my pumps again, leaving them next to his expensive-looking Italian loafers.

He crooked his finger at me and pointed at the chair across from his desk. I walked across the rug in my bare feet and sat, still holding the dry cleaning. He returned his attention back to the phone as soon as I was in the chair, taking notes rapidly.

“If Murdoch wants to play ball, we’ll play ball.” He clicked his pen impatiently. “Jordan met with him last week in London, but he didn’t get a good impression.”

He underlined something on his notepad as his shoulders heaved a silent sigh. I took the opportunity to really observe him. Seeing the business side of Trevor in action made me better appreciate his intensity in personal settings. He was obviously not happy with whatever he was hearing on the other end of the line, but he was holding his ground, not giving an inch. Trevor and