What?
Without saying another word, he yanked off my panties and stuffed them in his handkerchief pocket. Then he eased me off his lap and onto the seat.
“Adjust my schedule through six o’clock so I can end my day with a re-interview session with you at my place.” He adjusted his tie and looked at me like I was just another employee. “Seven o’clock.”
“I…” I shook my head, still on a high. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight, Mr. Cross.”
“Miss Stone, this will be a highly professional meeting,” he said. “I’ll already be at home due to my monthly session with my home staff.”
That’s true.
“That said…” He paused as Dave pulled into the parking garage. “Since ‘tonight’ isn’t open on your agenda, pick any date on my calendar and I’ll happily oblige to whatever night you pick.”
He stepped out of the car and walked to my side.
Opening my door, he looked me over, adjusting my blazer and fastening the top button. Then he gestured for me to walk next to him.
We stared at each other in the elevator’s glass as it rose, but when the doors opened, we walked off in opposite directions like the past twenty minutes had never happened.
TWENTY
HARRISON
Later that afternoon
Isat in the back of our largest cafe in Queens, sipping a peppermint latte while thinking about Andrea.
I tried to find a flaw in this drink, but there wasn’t one.
As usual.
The taste of the coffee wasn’t a problem, and no matter how many focus groups dissected the differences between ours and anyone else’s, the results were always the same.
We were the best. Period.
I picked up a croissant and spotted Ciara walking through the door.
Looking slightly disheveled in a blue suit, she moved toward me and plopped into a chair.
“You should take a couple hours off,” I said. “Looks like you need them.”
“Most sane people would suggest a couple ‘days’ off, not hours, Harrison.”
“Well, you know that’s not happening.” I smiled. “But I will add ‘insane’ to the list of ways you like to describe me.”
“Thanks.” She handed me a sheet. “I came here to bring you great news.”
“Tell me.”
“As of now, we’re only missing four hundred million dollars.”
“Please go look up the word ‘great’ in the dictionary.”
“We’re running out of accounts to check, but thank goodness for Miss Stone, you know? She really is brilliant.”
“Miss Stone is a lot of things…”
“You’re going to promote her soon, right?” she asked. “She should be using her time on way better things than tasks for you, and I know you know that.”
