Chapter 77

Once the woman stormed out, Giselle shut the office door and locked it behind her. Then she approached Donovan and said coldly, "If I'd shown up just a minute later, would you have been all over that plastic surgery reject on your couch? You really don't have a type, huh? Trashy and fake don't matter to you. Don't tell me Kane Group got where it is thanks to your pretty face!" Donovan glanced at her with mild disinterest. He lit a cigarette and took a drag. Her over-the-top behavior didn't faze him anymore. He was used to her tantrums, her possessiveness, her chaos. He simply smoked in silence. "What do you want?" he asked, cutting the nonsense. Giselle didn't dwell on the woman. She flopped onto the couch across from him, lounging back with confidence. "I've decided I'm going to work here as your assistant or secretary. I want to be with you every day." He exhaled smoke and said flatly, "If you want to mess around, take it to my bed. Don't drag your drama into my office." "I'm n