Page 109 of Reckless Vow

“Oh, and he’s in one of his famous moods. Lucky me.” She tilts back into the leather backrest and puts her stilettos on my desk.

“Chloe,” I growl.

To her credit, she reads the room and stands up. “In case you’re wondering, everything ran smoothly in your absence. I took the meetings you decided to miss, and I hope I can go back to Paris now.”

She rounds the desk with a fake smile.

“Have you seen Brook?” Yes, I’m that desperate.

She quirks her eyebrow. “She has a phone. It’s a mobile, by the way, which by definition means she probably has it with her. You should try to dial it.”

I sit behind my desk. “Have a safe flight home, Chloe.”

“You’re welcome. It was a pleasure to cancel my plans so I could step in.”

“Okay, I hear you loud and clear. I’m an asshole.”

“Spa certificate and an extended weekend for me and Mary.” She drops her demands and saunters away, slamming the door behind her.

Fucking hell. I rub my temples and force myself to look at some spreadsheets. But it’s a lost cause—I’m tired, fucking mad, and constantly listening for the goddamn elevator.

Why don’t I call her? If only I knew the answer to that. It feels like something people who trust each other do.

People who have a normal relationship. Not people who sneak out on each other during the night.

It’s almost nine when the elevator rumbles in the background. I take a deep breath, lock the office, and punch the button as soon as it stops on the upper level.

When I step out of the steel car, lights are on everywhere, but I don’t see Brook.

I drop my keys and phone on the dining table beside her laptop.

“Oh, you’re home.”

Her voice startles me.

Whipping around, my gaze collides with hers. She is in the bathroom doorway. Breathtakingly beautiful. She has the kind of presence that is heart-stopping.

I want to tell her I missed her. That I’m sorry I didn’t explain where I was going. I want to tell her I’m glad she’s back in my life.

“What did you do in Madrid?” is what I say instead.Yep, protect your heart, asshole.

She frowns. “How do you know I was in Madrid?”

“Chloe told me.”

“When?”

She eats the distance between us. Her scent infiltrates my mind, and I want to kiss the shit out of her. Fuck.

“When I called her.”

She glowers and throws her arms up in exasperation. “So you had time to call Chloe, but you didn’t bother to call me?”

“What did you do in Madrid, Brook?”

She grabs her phone. “You’re such a hypocrite.” She marches to the elevator. “Since I’m here mostly alone, I went to meet with Saar. She had a shoot there.”

Fucking Mathison.

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