Because everything sure as shit is not okay.
Everything has been much less than okay since I walked into a reception and discovered that the woman I spent four and a half weeks thinking about is now employed by my company.
"I'll be at the meeting," I say firmly. "Was there anything else?"
Margaret's eyes narrow, but she doesn't push. "Your two o'clock conference call got moved to three. And Logan wants to know if you're still going to the Knicks game Saturday.”
"Tell him yes."
"Are you actually going to go this time, or are you going to bail at the last minute like you did for the last two games?"
"I'll go."
She doesn't look convinced, but she leaves anyway, closing the door behind her.
When she’s gone, I close the laptop and drag a hand over my jaw.
I’ve had a lot of sleepless nights in my life—board takeovers, late flights, mergers. None of it compares to this.
It’s pathetic. Unprofessional.
And it’s completely true.
“Get it together, Donovan,” I mumble to myself.
I’ve got an empire to run, an IPO in eight weeks, and a product line that could change everything.
What I don’t have is time to fixate on the one woman in this company whose body I could map with my tongue.
The Market Strategy meeting is exactly as tedious as I expected.
Carmen leads the discussion, walking through integration plans for the new hires, reviewing their first-week performance, discussing team dynamics.
I'm supposed to be paying attention.
Instead, I'm acutely aware that I haven’t spoken to Emma since the break room yesterday…and she’s now sitting three seats down from me.
Hair pulled back. Burgundy blouse. Tight pencil skirt that clings to the flare of her hips.
I tell myself not to look.
Then I look anyway.
She hasn’t glanced over. Which is smart.
Professional.
And infuriating.
Every time she speaks—calm, articulate, that low voice that sounds too much like sex—it screws with my head.
I can still hear her from Miami, breathless and begging, voice breaking on my name—
"Donovan?"
I blink. Everyone's looking at me.
"Sorry, what was the question?"
