I paste a bright smile on my face. “Hi.”
The guy with curly hair and brown eyes approaches me. “Hey, you must be Harley. Pleased to meet you. I’m Broden.” He extends a hand.
I shake it. “Pleased to meet you too, Broden.”
“Welcome aboard. So, you’re the social media pimp?”
I laugh. “Something like that.”
“It’s about time we had a dedicated person. What we have now works, but the boss says you’re going to hit it out of the park.”
“No pressure.”
“I have faith in you, Harley.” He winks.
“Thanks for being team Harley.”
Broden steps aside.
Everything about the woman in front of me gives off the vibe she’s the polar opposite of Broden and everybody else I’ve met so far. Her arms are crossed over her chest and her right foot is extended in front of the left one, as she stares down her nose at me, perched on top of her platform skyscraper heels.
If she’s going to check me out, I’ll do the same.
My examination starts at her patent leather black heels, travels to what looks like designer cobalt-blue sweatpants with black detailing where the pockets are, and up to her black sleeveless top that ends with some sort of wraparound thing around her neck that makes it look like she’s wearing a BDSM choker. I lift my gaze to her reddish-burgundy hair that’s styled as if she were a character in theVikingsseries.
She cocks a brow. “You’re Harley.”
“That’s me. And you must be Maybelline.”With a name like that, does she feel like she’s cheating if she were to wear another cosmetic?—
“That’s not how you pronounce my name.”
Her chastising words have the same effect as a whip.
I flinch.
Thank God hot coffee doesn’t splash over the rim of the cup and burn me.
“It’sMaybellynn.” She juts her chin up in the air. “Not Maybelline. Not May. Not Maybell. Not Belle. Not Lynn. Not Leen.May-belle-lynn.”
Crap.
Cressida did mention that I needed to tread with caution when it comes to my colleague’s name, but no need to be nasty about it.
“Got it?” The name bully adopts a defiant stance.
I do the same. “Got it.”
“Repeat my name so I know you got it.”
“I told you I did.”
“I want to hear it.”
My disbelieving gaze slides to Broden.
He gives me a‘sorry’shrug.
I stare up into the name bully’s brown eyes. “May-bell-lynn.”
