With that, he hangs up.
I stare at my phone, dumbfounded.
Chapter 4
Phoenix
Michaela’s expensive floral scent still lingers in the air, which explains why my concentration is fucked. Instead of attending to pressing matters and carrying out my role as the COO and acting CEO of an international hotel and real estate empire, I’m sitting behind my desk, flipping her driver’s license between my fingers, grinning like a fool. Her departure was so abrupt, I nearly missed her phenomenal ass. Glad I didn’t. Like the rest of her, that juicy ass—I’m already in love with—was something else. That woman’s body is built for sin, and the caveman in me wanted nothing more than to fucking devour every inch of her. Damn her for reminding me my right fist has been my best friend lately. God knows I’d enjoy having all that fire beneath me.
“I pray to God I never see your face again, PhoenixKönig.”
I don’t need to picture the rage on her face as she stormed out of here. I wonder if little flames were shooting from her nostrils. I can’t wait for her to eat her words when she has to crawl back here with her tail between her legs. She was in such a hurry to jump right back on her broom, she forgot something she’ll need. Frankly, I was so taken aback by her outburst, I wasn’t thinking straight. Her ID was the last thing on my mind.
The little witch will be back.
I got ninety-nine problems… and she became one more.
And, holy fuck, what a hot-as-sin problem she is.
Her vitriolic fury was the most pleasant part of my morning.
She’s a study in contrast I’d love to unravel.
I haven’t been this entertained in a long time. She’s like a new toy to amuse me for a short time.
After Michaela Knight delivered her middle finger salute, my day took a nosedive.
The temp replacing my executive assistant, who had to turn around the minute she walked in because her three-year-old son was having an epic meltdown in daycare, couldn’t keep up. I don’t blame her. Heck,Icouldn’t keep up. Never mind the endless calls, avalanche of emails and text messages, numerous requests from the press for a quote, and incessant congratulations from the staff, I had to face nine irate members of the board of directors. That meeting went just about as well as the one I had with Michaela, minus the sexbomb factor.
I’m still ruminating over the gorgeous rebel with the beautiful green eyes when a succession of three small knocks at my open door brings me back to the moment.
I glance up. “Come in and close the door behind you.”
He complies before striding towards my desk. He unbuttons his suit jacket and takes a seat in one of the guest chairs.
“I’m glad I’m not in your shoes, big brother,” he says, crossing a leg over the other.
“Thank you for the sympathy, little brother.” I adopt his mocking tone.
“No, seriously. You’re up to your eyeballs in shit and you now have another problem on your hands.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“From the looks of it, you and Michaela Knight are heading to the divorce court before even going to the chapel.”
“Keep your fucking voice down.”
“Relax. One, the door is closed. Two, the board bought your story. Three, your executive assistant wasn’t in when your wife-to-be barged in here, so Lydia can’t contradict your story. Four, the temp arrived too late to witness the König vs. Knight boxing match of the year. In essence, I’m the only one who knows about your explosive first encounter with your soon-to-be-wife. It’sourlittle secret.” He gestures between us.
“Shut up, you idiot.”
“Is that any way to talk to your ally in crime?”
I shoot him a warning glare.
He lifts his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. But in my opinion, you’re worrying for nothing.”
“I disagree,” I say. “It pays to be cautious. The walls might have ears.”
