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“Be real with me here, just how late am I going to be?” I ask the taxi driver and he raises his brows.

CHAPTER TWO

TAYLOR

Walking down the long corridor towards my office, I can feel eyes on me. I ignore them, dropping my tote bag at my desk but taking everything I need for my presentation with me.

Softly knocking on the meeting room door, I push through and that’s when their eyes connect with mine.

Two sets of emerald green eyes on me. Sweeping over my body, but not in a desired way, no. In a disgusted kind of way.

“I am so sorry…” I begin, but Lucas just holds his hand up, shaking his head from side to side.

Dark brown hair, messy and long on top, the kind that you can run your fingers through and get a good grip on. Sharp jaw, high cheek bones. Theodore identical.

If I have been with them long enough, I can work out who is who, but here, right now… I could be guessing.

One wrapped in a light grey suit, the other dark grey.

Both deliciously handsome.

Both utterly out of my league.

“Just present,” their tone is low, uninterested as Theodore—I think—twists his wrist towards himself and scopes the time, one brow raising.

James is staring at me but I ignore him.

My heart is in my throat.

I have been working on this account for months, and now I feel like it is slowly slipping from my grasp.

After a moment or two, I am ready.

Game face on.

Eyes locked on the two devils wrapped in Tom Ford.

I fly through my presentation, closing my PowerPoint just as I stand a little taller, eyes back on my boss’s, boss’s, bosses.

“And that’s why I am the perfect candidate to run the Simmons Pearl account,” bravado seeps from me, my fingers clasped around my clicker and I wait for something.

Anything.

Lucas runs his index finger over his bottom lip and gives his brother a slight nod. You would have missed it, but I didn’t. My eyes burn from staring at the stoic men sitting at the head of the table.

“Leave,” Theodore’s thick and deep voice trembles around the room and that’s when I finally let my eyes drop, my heart plummeting in my chest.

The room empties quickly, bodies scurrying out like bugs.

I scoop my paperwork and files up along with my laptop when I hear the rumble of the brothers.

“We didn’t mean you.”

Their eyes soften for just a moment as our gazes meet, my lips part, breath catching at the back of my throat.

“Oh.” Is my response.

Oh.

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