His 90 Day PA

Cold water has indeed seeped into the thin cotton of my shirt and bra. Before I can set the offending leaky-ass drawer on the counter top, a deep booming voice barks out, "Who the hell are you?" My scream harmonizes with the crash of the bin on the floor. Plastic splinters fly in all directions. Water splashes my shoes and pants. Sliding my eyes up from the mess, I'm taken aback by the curious stare of my boss, Xaver Sayle. "I'm Pippa Hofacker, your new PA, Mr. Sayle." My nervousness manifests itself in the fluttering of my hands. My eyes must be as round as saucers. "I'm sorry about the mess, Mr. Sayle." *God, I’m so going to get fired.* ------------------------- "Who the hell are you?" I know who she is, even before she says her ridiculous name. In my defense, it’s her breasts which made me swear. One who works directly under me. *And I want her under me.* **** This is an interracial romance****