Kimmy
“We have a meeting today with Lennon Harrington. I need you to make sure all the files I sent to you are printed and collated before he arrives.”
“Why do I have to do that?” I asked.
“Because it’s your job. And it’s what I pay you to do. We’re two weeks in, and you still don’t know your job?”
“I know what my job is, Xander; I’ll get it taken care of.”
“Kimmy, sit down for a minute. Let’s chat,” Xander said, shutting his laptop.
“I don’t need to chat. I just need something to eat and to get to work. What do you want for lunch?”
“We’ll talk about lunch later; for now, sit your ass in that chair. Now,” he commanded. I didn’t know if it was a command from my boss, my alpha, or my big brother, but before I could find a smart remark, I found myself exactly
