I’d figure out his name later.
Then I’ll ban him from every Sweet Seasons in the city.
THREE
HARRISON
No one has ever talked to me that way.
I sipped my coffee and stared out the window. I’d expected a little pushback after skipping everyone in line, but nothing like what that gray-suited woman served me.
Nothing remotely close to that.
With auburn waves that fell just below her breasts, deep almond eyes, and a suit that hugged her curves in places I wanted to explore at first sight, she was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
And it only took a few lines from her soft, bow-shaped lips for me to realize we shared the same sense of sarcasm.
Usually, people withered in my presence and backed down from pressing me on anything—whether I was right or wrong.
She seemed blissfully unaware of that rule.
If the customers hadn’t turned on her, I had a feeling she would’ve pressed me even further.
“Harrison?” Aaron waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you there?”
She had deep dimples and freckles, too…
“Harrison.” His clipped tone snapped me out of my thoughts.
“What, Aaron?”
“Do you have a game plan for what happens when we get to Sweet Seasons headquarters today?” he said. “Or are you just going to barge in and beat on your chest declaring, ‘Mine. All mine’?”
“I was planning to kindly ask Mr. Lewis to meet me in the lobby, but now that you’ve mentioned it…” I set down my cup. “That latter option sounds better.”
“It was a joke.”
“You didn’t give me a chance to laugh.”
“Well, good,” he said. “Just try to be nice, calm—pretty much the opposite of who you are—for all of five minutes, and then?—”
“Driver, turn this car around.” I interrupted his spiel, completely uninterested in strategy talk at this moment. “Now.”
“Uh, yes sir.” He shot me a confused look through the rearview mirror, but he nodded and switched lanes.
“What the—” Aaron shook his head. “We’re five minutes away. What are you doing?”
“I left something at the coffee shop,” I said. “I need to get it.”
“Send someone on your staff.”
“No, I need to handle this myself.” I looked at the gift card the woman had thrown in my lap. “It’s important.”
He crossed his arms, looking at me like I was out of my mind.
Ignoring him, I kept my gaze out the window, straining to see any woman dressed in gray.
She couldn’t have gotten far. Not that fast.
