Holiday Naughty: My Alpha Bad Boy Client by Rebecca Lee Page B

Andrew's lead associate, I knew he'd get
rid of David for me.
     
    He was the most prestigious and accomplished
working partner at the firm and the heir apparent to the old man
Mr. Brundidge. He was also the husband to sweet southern belle
Shawna and their two perfect kids. He was barely forty and already
a millionaire.
     
    He'd gotten there by insane work ethic
coupled with incomparable brilliance. I soaked in his presence
every chance I got. And I was confident no one in the firm got more
chances than me.
     
    “ Ms. Frey, can I get a moment? I have
to get your explanation on a couple aspects of the Windgate
Estate.”
     
    David always kissed his ass like nobody's
business. When he heard Andrew's voice, he scurried out the door
without another word to me. He threw out a general “I have to knock
out some more discovery,” when he got up from the chair wanting to
make sure Andrew was aware how hard he was working.
     
    With David gone, Andrew looked down at me,
his reading glasses perched on his nose. I didn't know what to
expect. I never did with him.
     
     
     

Chapter 2-- Tyler
     
    I picked at my mac and cheese and fought back
the worst feeling in the world: boredom
     
    “ You have any more Mellow
Yellow?”
     
    “ Mister West, I don't mean to pry but
this isn't like you. Eating junk food to this level. Are you ok
sir?”
     
    “ Martin, don't worry yourself. I
appreciate your concern. I do,” I responded before gulping at least
a half can of the sugary yellow soda. “All this prosperity has made
me soft. It's boring the hell out of me.”
     
    “ I understand sir. You have never been
one to sit idle,” he responded. “But don't you think because you
came from money, you would be at peace with it? Additionally, I
know that you do so much for people who need help who weren't as
blessed as you.”
     
    “ Well that stays between us. I know you
know that. I don't want people to know all about that stuff. I hate
attention for things we all should be doing anyway. At least rich
people like me. We shouldn't need publicity to do
right.”
     
    He spooned me one more large bowl of the
boxed Kraft comfort food and laid out another piece of bread and
butter.
     
    I caught a smile from him as I kept wolfing
down my food.
     
    “ Sir I know your mother would be very
proud of you.”
     
    “ Funny,” I said, pausing to swallow
more food that was keeping me from speaking clearly. “I never once
got that sense. It was always about what was wrong with what I was
doing. It was always about what I wasn't. Except of course when
they wanted to parade me in front of people.”
     
    “ At Holidays?”
     
    “ Yeah, especially those. Christmas was
the worst,” I said, falling back nearly out of breath in my wooden
high chair at the kitchen bar area. “Bunch of people showing off,
trying to outdo everyone else with how “Christmas” they could
be.
     
    “ Sir, did you ever think you could
stand to think less and just, as they say, “go with the
flow?”
     
    I tried holding back a full laugh, but I
failed. Martin, an old guy from Wales, using young people slang.
But that was him. Adaptable as hell. He had to be to work for my
screwed up family.
     
    “ Martin. Did anyone ever tell you take
your job too seriously,” I said searching the giant steel fridge
for another Mellow Yello.
     
    I thought twice about whether it was good for
me, but grabbed one anyway.
     
    “ No, but many say you work too hard
sir. I worry. You are so alone.”
     
    There was a lot Martin didn't know. When he
brought up the helping poor people, I got nervous. I guarded that
part of my life super close. I had to because Martin had a way of
knowing everything. Some things were just personal.
     
    Sure I was “alone” or whatever that meant.
But I wasn't unhappy. The thing that made me more unhappy than
anything was being bored. The endless string of women I had been
with might have been hot, but they all bored me. I felt like I was
always a