Unleashing the Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 3 by Juniper Bell Page B

executive bonuses. Besides, I’d take an executive boner any day. I rose to my feet and waved her to my table. She paused when she saw me. I’d taken her by surprise, which was good. She didn’t even look around for Standish but headed straight for me. Another lucky break.
    “Margo Lang.” I narrowed my eyes at her.
    “Receptionist,” she drawled, her lips red with a shade of lipstick that totally clashed with her dark red hair. Maybe Vogue recommended that combo, but it made her look harsh and bloodthirsty. “I didn’t catch your name before.”
    It’s “your worst nightmare”. That’s what I wanted to say, but didn’t. “Dana Arthur.”
    She shrugged one shoulder, as if she couldn’t be bothered to remember such a trivial detail. Not that I cared.
    “Have a seat,” I told her.
    “Why?”
    “Because I have what you want.” That was completely true, but not in the way she thought. “And I’m willing to give it to you.” That part was entirely untrue.
    Her whole face sharpened, like a cartoon fox. “Interesting. What have you done with…?” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t know how much I knew, after all.
    “With Standish? He’s back in the office, still on his little wild-goose chase. Really, sit down. Would you like some coffee?”
    “I’ll pass. I don’t intend to be here long, so talk fast. I’m a busy woman.”
    “I know you are. That’s one of the things I admire about you.” I had to dig my fingers into my thigh to say that with a straight face. “I think women in business should help each other out, don’t you?”
    That part I did believe. Too bad she didn’t. She struggled to keep a straight face, then gave up the battle. She gave an unpleasant laugh, baring white, perfect teeth. Some orthodontist had paid his mortgage thanks to her. “Absolutely, Receptionist. I’ll help any woman if it suits my purposes. Any man either, if it comes to that. I’ll help that soup if it suits me.”
    At least she was honest.
    “So how can I help the receptionist of Cowell & Dirk? More importantly, how can you help me? Why don’t you answer that last part first, so I know I’m not wasting my time here.”
    “Well, for one, I know Peter Standish works for you, not the IRS. He’s been snooping around, looking in our files, and I caught him. He wouldn’t tell me what he’s looking for. I even threatened to call the IRS and turn him in.” I rolled my eyes with exaggerated indignation. “Trying to be a hero, I guess.”
    “He’s not the sharpest tool in the toolbox,” she said, sniffing in contempt. “Which is why I chose him, of course. But it has its disadvantages.”
    I thought of Standish, recording all of this. I hoped his ego wouldn’t take too big a blow.
    “Did you tell Ethan?” Margo asked me.
    Bad girl that I am, I enjoyed the nervousness in her voice. “Of course not. He might kill the poor dude. You know him.”
    Margo swallowed, the bones moving in her pale throat.
    “Or torture him slowly to get his revenge. Who knows what he’d do.”
    Her eyes went glassy.
    “I needed Standish. I was afraid you wouldn’t see me unless he set it up. So I asked him to contact you.”
    She studied me with her sharp green eyes. “What exactly are you offering?”
    “I’ll find the stuff you want. I have access to all the files. It’ll be easy for me. I’ll get you whatever information you want.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re going to make me a partner in your company. I looked it up. You have a new consulting firm, Lang Unlimited. You don’t have any partners. Well, now you will.”
    She started to laugh. It turned into a series of snorts. Not very graceful, if you ask me. I just sat and let her do her thing. Finally she stopped.
    “You think I’d take on their receptionist as a partner? What skills do you have besides servicing Ethan and Simon? Can I expect you to eat my pussy on demand? Expose your breasts to interested clients? Maybe even perform a