Getting Red-Hot with the Rogue
'Mr Kelly?'
Dylan looked up from his corner office desk on the thirtieth floor of Kelly Tower to find his assistant, Eric, practically quivering in the doorway. 'Shoot.'
Eric's voice tremored as he tried to say, 'I… There's… I'm not sure I quite know how to…'
Whistling a breath through the smallest gap between his lips, Dylan pushed back his chair and leant his chin upon steepled fingers. 'Take a breath. Visualise your happy place. Count to ten. Whatever it takes. Just remember that I am a very busy, very important man and get to the point.'
Eric did as he was told, so quickly Dylan thought the kid might hyperventilate. But he managed to say, 'I have to get onto your computer for a sec'
'Go for your life.' Dylan pushed his chair back to give the guy room.
Eric slid into place, his fingers flying over the keyboard with the speed of a kid born with a laptop attached to his thighs. 'A friend of mine works for an online news mag and he messaged me to say I had to see something. This address ought to give us a direct feed.'
Dylan's cheek twitched. 'Seriously, kid, if you've come in here all a fluster because some blog has footage of me ... read full excerpt from: Getting Red-Hot with the Rogue ebook
