"Hi, Saint."
"Miss me?"
"It's only been a week."
"So you've been counting."
"How can I help you today, Saint?"
"Have you made any headway on getting me any meetings?"
"Actually, I have."
"Who?"
"During the week you have off–"
"It's called the bye week."
"Right, the bye week. I'm taking you to three meetings. I don't want to elaborate until I've confirmed the date and times but it's one sports brand, one soft drink and one luxury brand."
"Fantastic. Just the news I wanted to hear."
"Glad to be of service."
"Ooh, don't tease me like that, Miss White, or I'll come and service you right in that cubicle of yours."
She chuckles at that comment, and now I feel like Superman.
"Listen, there's one other thing."
"What might that be?"
"My father wants to meet you," I blurt out.
"What?"
"He's been my financial and career counselor for my entire life, and he wants to meet the person who wooed me away from the bosom of my loving family's protection."
"You practically stalked me and forced me into servitude. Do you actually want me to tell himthatstory?"
"Funny how we interpret a situation so very differently, but I guess that's what makes us work."
"Are you insane?Wedon't work, I work for you."
"Exactly, and I need you to keep that mindset when I finally get you into my bed. I want you to work really hard."
"I can't with you today. I'm hanging up."
"Wait."
"What?!"
"What are you wearing?"
Click.
Chapter Fourteen
