“That’s what your mother would have wanted,” he continued, answering the question which I now regret.
Ouch.
“You have three months, son. Consider your joy ride with Stacey Rodgers last night your last, if you want to be considered a serious applicant.”
Damn it.
How the hell did he find out?
But he always seems to.
God damn it.
Coming back to the present, I sip my coffee and wait for this new account manager who has no idea of the pressure about to be put on her shoulders.
We hear a scuffle out in the hallway, so I stand and Alexandra does the same.
“That is probably her now.”
She opens the door and when I see the woman on the floor, I let out a curse.
Please don’t let this be Payton Mills.
CHAPTER FOUR
PAYTON
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“Ah, Payton, here you are,” Alexandra says, and she sounds angry that I’m late.
Which is fair enough.
But I can’t find the words to apologize because my eyes are glued to the large and absolutely gorgeous businessman standing behind her.
Holy hell.