She has an emotional attachment to the company, so we won’t be including Mrs.Ford in discussions at that level.
It stung.
Not that I was expecting to be told everything every step of the way, but I thought we had a professional relationship and he respected me.
Clearly fucking not.
We’d been in the Manhattan flagship store that day, and I was so angry I just walked out.
I sip my wine angrily, remembering that day last week.
Chloe, his PA, phoned me this afternoon to advise me that a parcel had shown up.She asked when I was going to be back in the office, and while her call might have been innocent, I wasn’t sure if he’d asked her to do it.
So, I passed on my choice message.
Go to hell.
“I will let him know,” Chloe replied, and I swear I could hear her smile.
Let’s go back to the beginning and explain how we got here, with me sitting on the sofa drinking New Zealand wine like it's water and waiting to be served...
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Four weeks ago...
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IWALKED INTO the OCPoffices, head to toe in a black Prada suit, surrounded by my lawyers, trying to look as professional and competent as I could muster.
When I saysurrounded,there were two of them.
In contrast, Drew Carrington stood a few feet away,actuallysurrounded by a team of six suited men.His expansive boardroom had floor to ceiling glass and seemed to have a view of the universe.
It really didn’t matter, I was there to sell him my company because if I didn’t, it would ruin me for the remainder of my life.
Shame hung heavily on my shoulders as I shook Mr.Carrington’s hand and ignored the glint of sexual interest.
I was used to that.
Men hadn’t acted on it previously as I was a married woman.Now I was a widow, and apparently the rules had changed, even if I hadn’t.Men had asked me out.Women had asked me out.
To date, I had declined them all.
But there was something different about Drew.His glint wasn’t just a spark of interest; it was almost a demand.Like it reached out and slid its metaphorical finger down between my breasts and smirked.
My core had tightened, and the way the corner of his lips lifted, it was as if he knew.
That had been the start of everything.
It was impossible to ignore his presence.He sucked the air from the room.His body looked too big to be seated in the chair, his arms straining to be let free from his jacket despite being custom made.
Sliding his hand across his patterned tie as the two legal teams began to talk, Drew watched me like a hawk ready to pounce.
I could lie and say I didn’t want him to, but with his olive skin, dark curly hair, and strong, clean-shaven jaw, his steely blue eyes drew me in and seemed to play my body like an instrument.
I was soaked the entire meeting.
When I got home, I shut the bathroom door behind me and tore my panties off.Then slammed my fingers inside myself, moaning.
