Chapter 3 A Man Who Can't Tolerate Challenges

• "You!?" she murmured in horror. The Ferrari demigod!
• Alexa wanted the ground to swallow her up. She had gone to that company to conquer the CEO but ended up offending him in the worst way. She knew she would be lucky if he didn't kick her out before she could even speak, and on top of that, she was arguing with her supervisor!
• "Shit!" she thought as Malcovich came running after her, looking terrified.
• However, Scott Hamilton's emotions seemed like a bomb ready to explode. He stood up slowly and looked Alexa up and down. She was disheveled, barefoot, sweat running down her forehead and dripping in small drops between her breasts... She looked exactly like a witch, and worst of all, Scott Hamilton only wanted to lick the sweat between her breasts. But what the hell was wrong with Malcovich and that woman?!
• "What the hell is this?" he growled when he saw her stop in front of him, but Malcovich almost pushed her aside to get her out of his sight, and that made Scott even angrier.
• "Sir... I... well, the truth is...," the man stammered, not knowing what to say. "The lady has disrespected me!" Malcovich suddenly blurted out.
• "I think so!" Scott hissed, looking at her. "And because you're not the first one who has been disrespected, I guess that's the kind of person she is."
• "Well, you see, I only disrespect men who get too smart with me! Isn't that right, Mr. Malcovich?" Alexa hissed.
• The man next to her turned red with anger, but before he could speak, Mr. Hamilton interrupted.
• "Leave me alone with her, Mr. Malcovich!" he hissed, and a penetrating look was enough for the supervisor to swallow his curse and leave the office.
• Scott walked toward to her, stop in front of Alexa. "If I remember correctly, you said yesterday was your first day, but any intelligent woman knows not to come to her boss's office in such a state. Barefoot! Sweaty! Disheveled! And smelling like a cow milker!"
• Alexa's eyes widened, but if he thought she was going to let herself be humiliated, he was very mistaken.
• "Well, if Mr. Supervisor hadn't gotten in my way, I wouldn't have had to run up fifteen flights of stairs, leaving my damn shoes on the stairs, to come and inform my boss that they're trying to rob him!" she retorted.
• Scott looked at the crumpled folder in his hand and let out a sarcastic laugh.
• "Let's see, girl. Malcovich has been my analyst supervisor for years..."
• "And precisely because of that, you should be concerned that he chased after me so that I wouldn't give you this report. I'm not a rookie, Mr. Hamilton," she said, dragging the letters sarcastically. "I know when someone is trying to commit fraud, and they will do it to you if you sign that contract."
• Scott clenched his fists. He didn't know what was happening with this woman. Maybe it was her defiant character, maybe she had seduced him with her absurd knowledge of his favorite cars, or maybe it was just that she had the body of a fertility goddess and the gaze of a valkyrie, ready to kill! But the truth was that she was awakening more sensations in him than he wanted to admit.
• "You overstepped your supervisor!" he declared. "And now get out of my office before..."
• The folder Alexa was holding slammed against his chest with fury, and the pages flew into his face, leaving Scott Hamilton petrified with shock.
• "Well, I hope they steal from you as much as they can!" she spat. "If you want to be blind, then good luck for you. One of your employee is stealing money right under your nose, and you're too conceit to listen to any warning." A disappointed laugh escaped her lips. "Damn it! In the end, you're not as impressive as you think you are."
• And that sarcastic disappointment was worse for Scott than a slap in the face.
• "You're fired!" he shouted at her. "Fired! Get out! I'll make sure you never work in any decent company again! I'm going to..."
• But he couldn't continue speaking because Alexa wrapped his tie around her fist and pulled it so forcefully that it forced him to press against her body, very close to her mouth.
• She whispered against his lips. "I'll be waiting for you in my humble office, Mr. Hamilton!"
• Scott was about to explode, but the truth was that he was dry to the stomach because the heat coming from that damn woman's body was incomparable.
• "Luci!" he shouted, and his assistant entered nervously and hurriedly. In a minute, she had picked up all the papers from the floor.
• "Do you... do you want me to throw them away, sir?" the girl asked. "And should I let Mr. Malcovich in? He's very anxious out there."
• Scott frowned. Why the hell was Malcovich so nervous?
• "Did he really come running after the woman?" he asked, and his secretary nodded.
• "Yes, he tried to take these papers from her several times," she said in a murmur. "He was telling her 'don't get involved in this' and 'you'll regret it'."
• Scott narrowed his eyes. He wanted to strangle that woman with his own hands, but he wasn't a stupid man.
• "Put the documents on my desk. Tell Malcovich to wait," he ordered.
• Scott took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then he sat down. He opened that folder which he had already seen that contract, had reviewed the numbers superficially, and hadn't found any problems. However, the notes in neat feminine handwriting on the margins of those pages told a very different story.
• He leaned forward in his seat and reviewed it again and again, but the numbers didn't lie. She had noticed a minor error that could cost him millions in the next three years.
• "Damn it, she was right!" he hissed. And that also meant something else: Malcovich had tried to deceive him. He made him come in, and as soon as he crossed the door, he confronted him. "Why did you want to hide this from me!?"
• The man turned as white as a sheet of paper.
• "No... I didn't want to... She just did a poor report, and I didn't want to give you that garbage, Mr. Hamilton!" the supervisor defended himself.
• "Don't try to deceive me, I'm not stupid! The report is perfect! I just reviewed it, and it's indeed a fraud!" Scott roared. "So explain this to me: Didn't you notice the fraud? Or did you try to hide it from me when she pointed it out to you?"
• Malcovich seemed on the verge of a breakdown.
• Scott Hamilton's body vibrated with anger, and the man in front of him trembled with fear.
• "I have worked in this company for many years... I have always been loyal to you... but sometimes one gets influenced... makes mistakes..."
• "You're fired," Scott interrupted him with a cold voice, then he left the office and paused for a moment in front of his assistant's desk.
• "I need all the information about the lady who brought me the documents, you have ten minutes."
• And indeed, ten minutes later, Scott Hamilton had Alexa Carusso's resume in his hands. It wasn't very complete, but it was certainly very interesting.
• "Twenty-three years old. Single. Allergic to nuts. No criminal record... 'yet,' he thought sarcastically. Graduated in Economics, with a Master's in Risk Analysis from... Harvard. No wonder she's intelligent! It's amazing where she got her talkativeness from, but she's definitely smart!" he murmured thoughtfully.
• He took the elevator, headed to the office they told him was hers, and opened the door without even knocking.
• "Damn it!" Alexa shouted, and Scott swallowed hard when he saw her half-naked in front of him. She looked irresistible! He felt a painful throb against his pants. However, the demanding voice of the woman brought him back to reality. "Didn't anyone teach you to knock on your employees' doors?"
• "I'm just returning the courtesy from earlier," Scott replied, shamelessly looking her up and down. "Didn't anyone tell you that the office is not for stripteases?"
• Alexa gave him a sardonic look.
• "I'm changing because my boss told me I smell like a cow milker," she hissed with a defiant laugh. "But a striptease? You wish, pretty boy!"
• In two strides, Scott Hamilton crossed the distance between them, and his right hand closed fiercely on Alexa's cheeks, leaving her speechless and dilating her pupils as he dangerously approached her mouth. Here it was again, she drove him crazy in an instant!
• "This is harassment..." Alexa murmured.
• "Your report is correct, Malcovich is fired" Scott finally said. “And you still don't know what harassment is. As for how to play with pretty boy, tomorrow morning, show up in my office...”