Page 32 of Protecting Love

“Of course. What West wants, West gets.”

“Don’t be that way,” London said. “We’ll meet in the conference room, Fletcher.”

Her sister nudged her arm. “Yes, sorry. It’s down the hall.”

She turned and knew he was following behind her. It was as if she felt his eyes on her back.

Maybe her step had her swishing her skirt a bit more and she hated herself for that.

She walked in ahead of him and held her hand out. “Have a seat. Can I get you a coffee? Water?”

“Water is good,” he said.

She noticed he didn’t have his cup with him. “A change from your coffee?”

“You just assume coffee is in my cup. Assumptions can bite people in the butt.”

She wasn’t going to let him get to her.

Instead, she bent at the fridge in the conference room, pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to him, then got one for herself.

“What is it you’d like to know?”

“I want to hear in your words exactly what happened on Friday. I’ll be talking to Molly also.”

“You’re not going to ask if that is okay?”

London’s face shrank back. Maybe she was a little harsh with that question.

But geez, he started it making that comment about assumptions.

Though she asked the coffee question. Maybe he thought she threw the first dart when she was only making conversation.

By now she should realize there was no idle conversation with the guy.

“I don’t report to you and I don’t believe you have as much control as you wish in this situation.”

“Burn on you,” London said. “And I own half the business and Molly would love to talk to you about this. She’ll feel much safer to know you’re on it.”

Her sister was kissing ass.

London never kissed anyone’s ass.

“As I told London earlier, you don’t know what you need until something happens and then you will prepare or avoid the next instance. Now we know, now it won’t happen again,” he said calmly, matter-of-factly.

“A wall isn’t going to stop someone from yelling at us,” Paris said, lifting her chin.

“I’m positive you can handle a little bit of a raised voice if you’re protected behind a wall and know there are cameras on you. There will be a panic button installed and it will go right to my phone and my team. Someone will be here immediately.”

“That makes me feel much better,” London said. “And as I pointed out to everyone earlier, when hiring new staff, I’m sure it will make them feel more secure also.”

Paris let out a breath. “You’re right.”

London turned to Fletcher. “I’ve got a witness to that. It doesn’t happen often in my sister’s eyes.”

“Why don’t we get on with this,” she said. “I’m sure Fletcher is extremely busy and this isn’t that big of a deal.”

“Don’t keep lying to yourself,” London said.