Enduring Everything (Marked Heart #1) Read Online Free PDF

to going to work, I loved my job at JPT Financial from the first day I started there as Mr. Thomas' secretary. Even though Jackson was now my boss, the work days always ran the same. It was comfortable, routine and it would be like every other Monday, giving me a sense of calm knowing that part of my life wasn't changing.
    Dressed in my usual Monday attire, cream colored slacks, a powder blue silk blouse and open toed heels, I pulled my long brown hair into a neat twist in the back and waited for Jackson to kiss me good morning.
    Stepping into my room after taking his shower, in only his boxers, carrying his suit still on the hanger, Jackson asked, "How do you feel about taking next week off?"
    "That depends on why you're giving me the week off. Am I in trouble?" I replied with a smile.
    With a slight laugh, Jackson said, "No silly, I want to take you on a honeymoon."
    Suddenly excited, I asked, "Really? Where?"
    "It's a surprise but I thought we could fly out Saturday evening," he answered.
    Thrilled, I had never been farther than a few towns ov er and we were flying somewhere.
    I bounced up and down a little, clapping my hands together saying, "I have to go shopping. Are we going somewhere warm or cold?"
    Shaking his head as he laughed at me, Jacks said, "I should have offered a trip before I proposed. And if you keep bouncing like that we are going to be late for work."
    Stopping for a moment to look at him, I blushed before saying, "Oh, sorry. I'm just so excited."
    "It will be cooler where we're going but not cold and we will be gone for five days," he shared with a wink before laying his clothes across the bed.
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    When we arrived at work, it was the same as always except for the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about going on our trip or my good morning kiss. Jackson was happy and I was so excited, we almost didn't make it out of the house. All of the employees were seated at their desks and working on various accounts. Getting settled at my desk, I straightened papers and glanced over my calendar. I heard a light buzz before picking up the phone on my desk.
    "Yes," I answered.
    I could hear the smile in his voice as Jackson requested, "Can you bring me the quarterly reports?"
    "Aren't they already in your office?" I asked.
    "I believe so," he replied.
    After pausing for a minute, I said, "Just a moment."
    Rolling my eyes as I stood, I wondered what Jacks on was up to.
    Opening the door to Jackson's office, I stepped in.
    "Close it, please," he said.
    "You couldn't have gotten it yourself?" I questioned, walking directly towards the filing cabinets.
    Smiling wi de, Jackson shook his head at me.
    I opened the file cabinet, pulled the print out, walked back to his desk and said, "Here you go Mr. Thomas," as I set it on his desk.
    "Thank you. Can you hand me a pen?" he asked.
    Glancing at the corner of his desk, I reached over and pulled a pen out of the holder before handing it to him.
    "Can you hand me a different one?" he asked.
    With sarcastic little smile, I picked up the pen holder and set it right in front of him.
    "And that packet there," he added, pointing to the opposite corner of his desk.
    Grabbing the packet, I held it out to him, asking, "Is there anything else?"
    "As a matter of fact, I just need one more thing," he said.
    Placing my hand on my hip, I raised an eyebrow at him.
    "Can I have a kiss?" he asked
    Smiling, I gave a light sigh, "Just a little one."
    Nodding at me, Jackson leaned forward as I bent down and kissed him.
    What started out as a respectable display of affection rapidly deepened until I whispered, "Jacks, we're at work."
    "I can't help it. Do you know how many times I've sat in here thinking about you sitting right outside my office?" he whispered back.
    Gently placing another kiss on his lips, I replied, "Maybe later."
    With a heavy sigh and a pouty expression, Jackson let me go back to my desk.
    As soon as I sat down at my desk, my phone started ringing. After transferring a few calls