I’d have to secure another source of income soon.
After all, we didn’t know how well Open Leaf profit in the coming year, and the bank manager wanted more security.
I could barely sleep at night worrying.
Knowing I had no choice, even though I would have preferred to never see this man who stirred feelings in me.
When I signed the documents, Drew had rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip, signed his copy and then stood, rounded the table and shaken my hand.
I hated how attracted I was to him.
Smiling politely, I thanked him and then said I would see him in two weeks.
I had cried that night and the following nights after that.I felt like I’d betrayed Anthony.I’d had to sell his family's legacy—Zoe’s legacy—and had found myself enormously attracted to the man who bought it.
Night after night, as my eyes closed, Drew Carrington’s face would appear, and my body would come to life.Craving, desiring, fantasizing about things that broke all the promises of my wedding day.
Despite Anthony’s death.
I remembered the feeling of Drew’s hand on the small of my back as he opened the boardroom door and steered me out.
How my eyes had closed, drawn in his masculine woody scent, and hated myself for it.
Two weeks later, I stepped into the OCP offices and began my contract.
CHAPTER FOUR
DREW
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For two weeks I’vebeen fidgety, and I know why.Today Gemma Ford is starting her contract with us.Technically, she could work from the Open Leaf offices, but we have culled back the executive team to a skeleton staff, ended their lease and moved them into a section of the OCP offices.
I want Mrs.Ford close.
Actually, I want her on my cock, but as a professional, I’d never think such a thing.
