“That depends on whether you’ll let me make it up to you.”
His eyes warm as he runs the tip of his nose down my fingers and presses a soft kiss into my palm.
“Keep talking.”
26
SULLIVAN
“Two dozen,”I clip. “Thank you.”
Cara hovers in the doorway and I wave her in as I end the call.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” she starts. “I came to check what the emergency was and?—”
“It’s fine. But regardless, I’ve called the agency and they’re reassigning you.”
Her face falls. “I thought my work was good.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your work. It’s your attitude about certain things I have an issue with.”
“The waitress?” She scoffs.
I stretch my fingers against my suit pants as I lean back in my chair, composing myself.
“Miss Miller,Tate,” I roll her name off my tongue, “is important to me. So I suggest you watch your tone if you’d prefer I don’t inform the agency of my concerns regarding your work ethic.”
“You just said there’s nothing wrong with my work,” she argues.
I sigh.
“Do you suggest embarking on physical relationships with all of the CEOs you’re assigned to?”
Her face pales. “What?”
I wave a hand in the air. “It doesn’t matter. If they want to take you up on your offer, that’s up to them. But that was never going to happen with me. Now, please pack up your things. Your replacement is on their way.”
The air is heavy and thick.
“You’re a jerk,” she hisses.
My attention is already on my emails as I scroll through the new ones.
“Maybe if I’d offered on a Thursday, you’d have taken me to The Lanceford, and we’d be having a different conversation entirely.”
There’s a cold smile on her face as I flick my eyes up to her.
“I don’t think so, Cara. And seeing as you know so much about my personal life, perhaps you’d like to update your notes. I haven’t set foot in The Lanceford since meeting Miss Miller. Because she—” I pause for effect. “Is the epitome of a woman whom I would do whatever it took to get a moment of her time,anyday of the week.”
Natasha: Peaches is my daughter. You can’t stop me from seeing her.
I rub at my temples with one hand, pocketing my phone with the other. Natasha’s demands are becoming more frequent.
She’s a problem that I don’t have the energy to fucking deal with right now.
“Everything okay, Son?”
I drop my hand to my thigh, holding back a curse.
