Tell Me Something (The "Something" Series Book 1) by Aubrey Bondurant

do it again for the rest of the day.”
    He brushed my cheek with his hand and gave me another kiss before leaving.
    ***
    I chose to wear my Tahari black dress that dipped below the knee with a little flair and the matching jacket with white piping. Classic and professional, I thought, looking at my reflection.
    When I met Josh in the lounge he was back in business mode, and it was hard to believe that mere minutes ago he had been ravaging me fully. I received a quick glance, and we made our way out to the waiting car.
    The Four Seasons checked us in quickly and I gave Josh’s tuxedo to the concierge to press before we went upstairs to our individual rooms. Mine was the on the fourth floor and his was on the tenth in a suite. We agreed to meet in the lobby in ten minutes to make our way into the office.
    The office building of the company Josh was looking to acquire was tall, like most of the buildings in Hong Kong. We were immediately greeted and shown to the thirty-second floor. The CEO of Windom Advertising came out to greet Josh, who introduced me to him.
    “Ken, this is Haylee, my assistant.”
    “So nice to meet you, Haylee. First time to Hong Kong?”
    “Yes it is, nice to meet you too,” I said smiling.
    He turned introducing me to his assistant, Ana, who seemed very friendly and overly helpful to Josh.
    “Mr. Singer, if you need anything, anything at all, please let me know.”
    She was a small woman, probably in her late twenties. When she briefly lapsed into her native language, I tried to keep my features neutral.
    “Haylee, Ana will get you set up down the hall. We have a space for you to make calls or set up your computer. Maybe you can join us on a tour of the office later this afternoon following lunch,” Ken offered.
    I gave my thanks and, with one last look at Josh, followed Ana through the office.
    “Have you worked for Mr. Singer long?” Ana inquired sweetly taking me down the hall.
    “Only a few weeks,” I admitted.
    “Well, if you need anything, my extension is 5004. Dial 9 to get out for external calls.”
    “Great thanks. What time is lunch? Do you need help with setup?”
    She waved me off. “No, my dear, we have it under control. Matter of fact, you’ll be on your own, I’m afraid. You might try the sandwich shop downstairs.”
    In the US it was customary to order extra for the assistants even if they weren’t eating with the executives, but perhaps it was different here. “All right, thanks. Uh, where is the ladies room and the kitchen?”
    She looked put out to extend our time together, but her manners must have kicked in. “Of course, let me show you.” She led me down the corridor and to the right, where I could see a number of desks, and finally into a large kitchen. “Water, coffee, sodas are here. And the ladies room is located beyond and to the left.”
    Another woman came in and was introduced to me as Patty. She smiled and then spoke with Ana in Cantonese, in which conversation Ana explained who I was.
    It took everything in my being not to react to Ana’s next words as she told Patty that I didn’t seem too bright, but it was obvious in looking at me that intelligence wasn’t why I’d been hired.
    Patty shook her head a little and then smiled at me. “It was nice to meet you.” Well, at least Patty hadn’t bitten back.
    “Anything else, or can I get back to work now?” Ana questioned with enough false sweetness to vaguely disguise the passive aggressive comment.
    “No, thank you, Ana. You’ve been most helpful.” Grabbing a Diet Coke from the refrigerator she’d shown me, I tried not to let my thoughts wander toward a fantasy of pitching it down the hallway at her head.
    The rest of the morning was spent catching up on email and I called Nigel to coordinate Josh’s schedule for the next couple of weeks. I hesitated but then thought, what the hell, and I asked him. “How are things on the personal front?”
    He sighed heavily. “Did Josh tell you what