Richard

“How did you get my address?” the doe-eyed furious Hellcat asks, storming out of her house to meet me.

Her eyes are bright with anger. It’s kind of hot. Then I almost want to shake myself because I should not be thinking of her as hot.

She’s your secretary, Richard.

I arch an eyebrow before crossing my arms and leaning against my car. It’s a blue Porsche, recently bought.

“I went to Hogwarts and cast a magic spell,” I say in a deadpan tone.

She glares.

“I thought you were smart, Maya. You work for me, I have access to your files, boom, magic,” I tell her.

The glare doesn’t let up.

I sigh before uncrossing my arms and stepping forward. She looks like she wants to pulverize me which is ridiculous since she barely even reaches up to my shoulders. She’s not short though, I’m just all. I’m…