“Yes, and the second I’m out of this dress, I will properly thank you for suffering through this.”
I chuckled at her offer. “It wasn’t that bad, but don’t let that stop you.”
“That’s what I thought,” she said as we stood waiting for the valet to bring my truck around. As soon as it showed up, I opened the door for Orin while the driver hopped out and made his way to me. I opened the glove compartment to make sure it was really my shit. As soon as I laid eyes on my customizedtitanium nine, I shut it again and reached into my pocket for cash. I handed over a twenty to the attendant, who nodded.
“Thank you, sir. Have a good evening,” he announced as I rounded the front of my truck to climb in.
“What was that all about? You don’t really think they would steal from you, do you?” Orin questioned since I had checked my glove box.
“Shit, you never know.”
“Trooper, really?” she said, reaching toward me and running her hand from my shoulder down my arm.
“Hell yeah, really. I don’t trust nobody. Not even your ass,” I said with a smirk.
Orin laughed and relaxed in her seat. She knew it was true; she wouldn’t question that. The entire drive to my place I thought of Sophie. She was too sexy to be so uptight. I had a good mind to pay her another visit and let this dick fix that for her, but she couldn’t handle it or me, so tonight I would let Orin ride me until she tapped out, then I’d send her home. After that, I planned to take my ass to sleep.
Chapter 4
Sophie
Isat in my office staring blankly out of my window, looking down at the city beneath me. I loved my office, which sat above Times Square, because the view was amazing. Now if only I could concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. I had two major accounts I should be creating a marketing campaign for, but all I could think about was Mr. Carter. It had been two days since I’d seen him and I couldn’t get his face out of my head.
It should be illegal for a man to be so sexy. It was wrong for me to be lusting over him like this. I was so confused about him. The day I’d met him, his persona and demeanor were so rugged and unrefined, yet he’d shown up at my father’s black-tie event dressed like he owned the world. That only made him more enticing to me, which I hated because I didn’t know anything about him.
I sighed when my phone rang because I wasn’t really in the mood to work, but I didn’t have that luxury. My father owned Prescott Marketing and I had been named CEO three months ago after my father stepped down. Not only that, I was still the lead for all major accounts that passed through here, which I refused to let go of because it was my passion. I worked too hardto build a name for myself to pass it down to someone else. So my days were spent balancing my time between boardrooms and my client accounts.
Once I was seated in my custom Italian leather chair, I lifted the receiver and placed it against my face.
“Sophie Prescott,” I announced robotically then waited.
“Go to lunch with me?”
“Maddie, I’m working. I don’t have time for lunch today.”
“Your father owns the company and you’re the CEO. I’m pretty sure you can slip away for one lunch, Sophie,” Maddie released with a sigh.
She was in the process of a complicated divorce, so she leaned on me to keep her mind off things. I just couldn’t drop everything like she wanted.
“That’s all the more reason I can’t. I have a lot on my plate, Maddie. Where are you anyway?” I questioned, trying to make out the background noise. It sounded a bit like a hum of tranquil music, but it was too low for me to tell.
“At Metamorphosis getting a massage and stone treatment.”
“Maddie, you’re not supposed to be on your phone.” I grinned before I lifted the sterling silver pen sitting on my desk. I quickly jotted down a note to schedule myself a massage, mani, and pedi, which I was in desperate need of.
“I’m paying, so I can do what I want. Besides, I’m almost done, which is why you’re meeting me at Gramercy in an hour. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Maddie, I’m working, I can’t.”
“Sophie, please, you know I hate eating alone.”
“You won’t be alone. Gramercy is always crowded.”
“I hope you don’t think that’s funny.”
“Yes, actually, I do.”
“You just remember that the next time you call begging me to save you from a disaster date gone wrong, Sophie. I’m not going to do it and I mean that.”
