“Naw. She’s having lunch with Mary.”
Mary was Tammy’s stepmother and Jack’s former personal assistant.
“Oh. Okay. Text her and try to get her to talk Mary into going back to work,” Tracy said through laughter.
“I know, right? That would be the perfect solution, but that’s highly unlikely. Mary and Jean-Paul are living it up. Shit, I heard they just got back from Australia.”
“Good for them. Listen, I gotta go. If I’m only gonna work half the day, I need to get on my grind.”
“Tracy, you work too much. Please get a life,” Natasha chuckled.
“I’ll stop working so hard when my financial portfolio reads like yours,” Tracy rebutted.
“All right, now. Then you’d better get to work. Rise and grind, baby girl.”
Tracy laughed, knowing that she would probably have to work two lifetimes to make the type of money Natasha Storm had. Even before her marriage to millionaire casino, nightclub, and restaurateur, Gianni Storm, Natasha had been worth millions.
“Rise and grind,” Tracy repeated before ending the call.
****
“Tracy, your ten o’clock has arrived,” Kim announced.
“Thank you. Please escort them to conference room A.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Tracy walked over to the mirror and checked her appearance. Her outfit of the day was deliberate. She’d paired a sleek, black pantsuit with a pink, silk halter with black polka dots.
Tracy slipped into her blazer and checked her hair and makeup. Her hair was parted in the middle and pulled back into a severe bun. Her look was strategic. In order to be heard, she needed to take the focus off of her ass and onto her presentation. She glossed her lips, grabbed her files, and left her office. With Kim by her side, she marched down the hall, ready to snag another account.
Tracy entered the conference room where execs from Donati Pharmaceuticals were waiting. Donati Pharmaceuticals, one of Europe’s largest drug manufacturers, was an account Tracy had coveted for over a year. They’d finally agreed to a sit-down, only allowing her thirty minutes to convince them that Howard and Leeman could handle all of their marketing needs.
“Good morning, gent—”
Tracy’s greeting faltered at the site of Francis Savelli. He stood slowly and smiled. His presence in the room was suffocating. Francis was the very definition of what a man should be. He was powerfully commanding and sexy as fuck.
Tracy’s stomach dropped, and her sex clinched. Her nipples warmed, and she could actually feel them tighten. She was a becoming a bitch in heat. What the hell was Francis Savelli doing in her conference room?
“Um…good-good morning,” Tracy stammered.
When they greeted in return, she cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure.
“Please, gentlemen, have a seat. Since you’ve only given me a few minutes, I’ll get right to it.”
Once the men were in their seats, Tracy took notice that she and Kim were the only women in the room. Not one woman in their marketing department? But the sexist practices of Donati Pharmaceuticals weren’t Tracy’s concern. Her one and only concern was landing their multimillion dollar business.
What the fuck is he doing here?
None of the execs introduced themselves. Nor did they reveal their titles. Tracy knew that it was on purpose. She’d seen it before. She’d have to work them all.
“Gentlemen, I have absolutely no plans of selling you a website, creating a bunch of pamphlets, or convincing you of the importance of social media. What I will do…”
Tracy paused in order to make eye contact with every one of the men, saving Francis for last. If he thought that he was going to use his unbelievable sex appeal to throw her off her game, he was mistaken. She allowed her gaze to roam from his handsome face to his thick solid chest before continuing.
“…however, is inspire you. I will help you see your business in a new light. I willbring order to chaos,utilize strategy and design to simplify and dissolve any communication issues that I’m sure we’ll never have, and...I will make it look easy.”
Tracy nodded at Kim and walked to the front of the room. She took a sip of water as Kim placed a file in front of each of them. As two receptionists entered to refill empty glasses with water, Tracy dared to steal a glance.
Damn, Francis was fine.
He had thick dark hair that was neatly trimmed, dark chocolate eyes, and lips that made Tracy long to feel them on her skin. She almost fanned herself.
Once everyone had a file in front of them, Tracy shelved her fantasies of Francis mouth-fucking her until she screamed.
“Gentlemen, I might have to go over the thirty minutes allotted. May I continue?”
Tracy asked, already knowing the answer. What she didn’t expect was for the men to look to Francis for confirmation.
Well...well...well...
