He doesn’t, quirking a questionable brow.
“How about his events calendar? I’d like to see him attend at least two galas this season.”
I shift in my seat. “We haven’t gotten that far yet.”
“Hmm …” Colton swipes a palm across his mouth. “Can you handle him?”
I sit up straighter, shoulders back and voice more assured when I respond, “Who, Will?” Waving away my boss’s uncertainty with a hand, I tag on a small chuckle. “Sure. He’s been preoccupied with the preseason, but we’re strategizing, and I have a meeting at his place tonight.”
I absolutely do not have a meeting with him tonight.
Colton looks and sounds more positive when he says, “Great. Let’s step up social media posts to every other day during the rest of September and go from there. Right now, general public consensus is, he’s not showing his excitement over joining the Rogues, and that needs to change. Stat.”
I nod in agreement and pull out my phone when Lydia knocks on the door and strides into the meeting room like we weren’t just having a private discussion.
She’s wearing a white blouse and black dress pants, hair styled into a short, dark bob.
We exchange a glance before I drop my eyes and zone out of whatever crap she’s spinning for Colton’s benefit.
Lydia has kissed our boss’s ass since the day I joined First Line, talking a great game when, really, she wouldn’t know how to build a client’s profile if an instruction manual hit her in the face.
Me
I need to meet you tonight.
Will’s response is almost immediate, and it fills me with hope that the ass-kicking I gave him on Saturday night actually resonated.
Will
You scare me when you send messages like that.
Me
Why?
Will
I’ve never had someone boss me around before.
Me
Um … your mom is Kate Jones. She bosses people around for a living.
Will
Okay, I’ll rephrase. I’ve never had someone boss me around and I paid attention to what they said.
That pulls a smile from me.
Me
Well, get used to it, Jones, because I need to sit down with you tonight and finalize your schedule for at least the next six months.
Will
Shall I cook you dinner?
I have no idea how to respond. I haven’t even thought about eating beyond the lunch sitting in the refrigerator, which I’ll likely ignore in favor of working through my break.
