Anna:Oh, is he? Good for him. I never actually bothered to ask what his role is. Or maybe he told me and I forgot…
Me:Obviously.
Anna:… I fail to see the problem.
Me:The problem is, I forgot how ridiculously gorgeous he is. And I just made a total arse of myself in front of him.
Anna:Well, keep forgetting. I swear to God, Gemma, do NOT hit on my brother.
I huff in frustration, exiting the chat.
Henry grips my biceps and practically marches me to his office.
I collapse into the armchair opposite his desk while he rocks back and forth in his computer chair like Dr. Evil, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
The moment I open my mouth to speak, his eyebrow arches, silencing me instantly.
We sit, wordless, for what feels like forever.
“So,” Henry says.
“Hmmm.”
“What in the fresh hell was that?” He leans forward, hands splayed on his desk.
“Am I fired?”
He expels a heavy breath. “No. You aren’t fired.”
“Is the CEO going to kill me?”
“No, he isn’t going to kill you. But I might.”
“How was I supposed to know my button was going to pop open?”
He rubs his temples, frustrated.
“I didn’t mean to, Henry. It’s not my fault I have improbably large breasts.”
“You presented your pitch with your lacy bra showing.”
“What choice did I have? Besides, no one else seemed troubled by it. What happened to empowering women in the workforce? I know you’re not bothered by a bra. You’re a modern man, Henry.”
“I’m gay.”
“Semantics.” I cross my legs. “At least the pitch went well?”
“You’re lucky Grayson even bloody saw the projector!”
I wave my hand dismissively. “He’ll be fine.”
I hope.
“He’s a BILLIONAIRE, Gemma!” Henry bellows.
I wince. “He could just buy a new eye?”
“Very funny,” he deadpans.
