The Favour

By: Crissy Smith


Dedication


For everyone who accepts others with an open mind and

heart,

no matter how different they are.



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Chapter One



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Annabelle Scott nervously ran her hands over her grey knee-length skirt as the elevator took its time taking her up

to the top floor.

She'd only gotten the message that her boss wanted to

see her minutes ago. Unfortunately her co-worker Justin

Black had thought it would be funny to see her rush so she

didn't keep the top man waiting.

She wasn't nervous about meeting with her boss about

work, knowing that she did her job well. Since she'd joined

the company over a year ago, the accounting department had

run smoothly. Nothing like the mess she'd had to clean up

when she'd arrived.

No, she was unsettled over the thought of being in close

contact with her boss. Ever since the day she'd interviewed

with him, she had been hiding a secret desire for him.

It was not proper in the business world and more unlikely

to ever happen. She wasn't a size two. While her friends had

told her she was pretty, she knew she was nothing compared

to the drop-dead gorgeous woman Matthew 'Mac' McCoy

seemed to like on his arm.

Then there was the problem with his right-hand man.

While Mac was tall, dark, and handsome, his vice president,

Trevor King, was muscular, blond, and blue eyed. The two of

them together were potent. And every woman's wet dream.



Every time she ran into one man, he was with the other. Her

hormones couldn't take much more.

The elevator chimed, letting her know that she had

reached her destination, and Annabelle flicked her hair from

her eyes and took a deep breathe.

Stepping onto the thick tan carpet she felt her heel dig in

and tried not to trip. What would her boss think if he saw her

sprawled out over the floor? Her lips lifted in a smile at the

thought.

"Ms. Scott," her boss's secretary greeted as Annabelle

walked towards her desk.

"Hi Mary," she returned. She liked the older woman and

had from the moment she met her.

"He's waiting for you," Mary told her with a smile.

Glancing at her watch, Annabelle frowned. She wasn't late

yet.

"You're not late," the other woman confirmed. "He's just in

a mood today."

"Okay thanks," Annabelle responded distractedly. She

really didn't want to see her boss in a bad mood.

Annabelle stopped at the entrance of his office and looked

in on him. He sat bent over his computer keyboard, pounding

away. Mary was right if the way his fingers flew over the

keyboard was any indication he was most definitely not

happy. She knocked on the doorframe, not wanting to walk in

without permission.

Matt's head snapped up, and she watched as his golden

eyes narrowed. She had never seen that colour before, but it

fit him perfectly. Just like everything about him was perfect.



"Ms. Scott, finally." His deep voice carried to her.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the message did say eleven," Annabelle

reminded him as she stepped inside.

"Yes, I know." He practically growled at her.

Annabelle bit her lip as she waited for him to talk.

"Sit down," he ordered, and she scrambled to comply,

taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. It was

only then she realised they were not alone. Trevor King, the

vice president himself, sat on the couch across the room

working on a laptop set up on the coffee table.

His eyes followed her as she shifted to get comfortable.

Her skirt rose up her thighs, and embarrassed, she yanked it

back, avoiding his penetrating stare by looking at the man

who had called her in.

"I asked you in here because I need a favour." Matt looked

over at Trevor. " We need a favour" He leant back in his chair.

Her eyes dropped as she watched the button down shirt

stretch over his pecs. She had to bite the side of her cheek to

keep from moaning. She wondered what he would look like

without that shirt on. Bare chest and sweaty.

Feeling a blush rush up her neck to her face Annabelle

literally shook the thought from her head. What had he said?

"A favour, sir?"

His lips quirked, and she had a moment of fear that he

knew where her thoughts had been. He moved forward in his

chair one more time. "Yes. I am thinking of taking over

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