The NØ Frat Clause

By H. K. Carlton

Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.

Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous. It's hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Feb 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772336931

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Copyright© 2016 H.K. Carlton

ISBN: 978-1-77233-693-1

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Lisa Petrocelli

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To all the hard working employees out there who take a little naughty time and break the rules.

THE NØ FRAT CLAUSE

H.K. Carlton

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

Four of the top executives from Locklin, Diamont, and Kent sat before me. They were all formidable and successful men in their own right. I was beyond nervous but tried my best not to show it.

I’d taken extra care dressing for the interview. I wore a white blouse with a crisp, high, pointy collar under a navy fitted jacket over a matching pencil skirt and six-inch pumps. Though I’d already worked for the staffing recruitment firm for about six months, securing this promotion so soon in my career would be a windfall. I didn’t dress so formally in the corral with the rest of the administration pool. I generally wore the less formal blouse and slacks or often a skirt, which I preferred. But today I was dressed to impress.

They’d peppered me with questions about my schooling and experience. Education I had up the ying-yang, but in the experience category, the candidates I was up against for the position had it all over me. Fresh out of college, this was my first real opportunity. What I did have going for me was the bosses liked me, and better yet, I could do the job and they knew it as well as I did. In the short time I’d worked for L, D, & K, I’d proven myself to every single one of them.

A trickle of sweat rolled down my chest between my breasts, but I didn’t fidget. I sat straight and tall and answered the next question with ease and confidence.

I think that’s all, Mr. Diamont said, before glancing down the table at his colleagues for approval. We’ll be interviewing for this position for the next day or so, Ms. Wideman. You’ll be one of the first to know of our decision.

I took that as my cue to leave. I stood and looked each one of them in the eye, separately. Thank you, sirs, for your time.

The last man I made eye contact with was Roger Kent, the exec I’d be working for, if I was lucky enough to win the post, that is. He held my gaze for a good five seconds. His cool assessment made my skin prickle.

As I exited the conference room and closed the door behind me, I realized he’d never asked me anything, not one single question. Odd when for all intents and purposes he had the most to lose or gain by acquiring an assistant.

As I looked into the clear grey eyes of Roger Kent, I thought back to the day I’d heard his name for the first time.

"Hey Lex? Some guy called." I dropped my books and followed my college roommate through to the kitchen.

"Oh, what guy?" I’d asked, excitedly, hoping it was Cole, the cute guy I’d met in the University bookstore.

"Uhh, she said, squinting at the tiny piece of paper. A Roger Kent?"

"Mmm, don’t know him." I grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table.

"The first time he called, I thought it was a prank. He said he was a headhunter."

A headhunter? My heart started to pound.

"I hung up on him."

Then it plummeted. You what? I could have strangled her with my bare hands.

"Calm your jets, she said, holding her palm up. He explained, very patiently I might add, what a headhunter is. She scrunched up her pixie face. Who knew? Anyway, he left his number and said he was impressed with your scores."

I took the paper, memorized the number, and then promptly hit the Internet to find out everything I possibly could about the man who was interested in me.

I’d been over the moon, only a sophomore at the time, and already I was on the radar of someone who could potentially place me with the perfect employer the minute I graduated. All my hard work just might pay off.

For three years, about every six months, Mr. Kent had touched base with me, encouraged me, and even offered academic as well as professional advice on how to make myself more appealing to prospective employers. The minute I graduated, I was invited to apply for an entry-level position with his firm, Locklin, Diamont, and Kent.

In that time, I’d also followed his career and from afar cheered for him when he’d made partner at such a young age.

Several times over the years, we’d been scheduled to meet in person but never seemed able to connect. The first time we met, I’d