Page 43 of Magnetic God

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Hannah

Brooks is back in his spot on the couch when I return with the contract. Jacqueline looks irritated, but I smile as I perch on the edge of my desk, facing them. I’m not sure if her irritation is directed at me or Brooks. Either way, I don’t care. I’m here to do a job.

“Okay, everything is in order.” I hand the contract to Jacqueline. “You can take it and have someone look it over for you, if you’d like.”

She scoffs. “I’ve been reading contracts since before you were born.”

I keep the smile on my face as she flips through it. A moment later, she signs, handing it to Brooks. There’s a tiny part inside of me that hopes he tells her no. He doesn’t. He signs without reading it. That’s one thing that amazes me with clients who have a lot of money. Often, they sign without reading the fine print. But that’s on them, not me. They should both know that contracts always favor the house, so to speak, and my contract favors me.

Brooks hands the contract back, staring at me until I want to squirm.

I say, “Perfect. Ms. Minty-Smith, feel free to send over that email with the ideas you have for the wedding. Once I get an idea of what you’re looking for, then we can go from there.”

Jacqueline stands. “It’s been a pleasure, Hannah. We look forward to working with you.”

“You as well.” I say to Brooks, “Mr. Henderson, it was nice meeting you.”

A dark look flashes in his gaze for using his last name. Good. He deserves it.

Jacqueline says, “You likely won’t be seeing him until we get closer to the wedding. Brooks is a very busy man.”

My heart falls, but I keep the smile on my face. “Well, until next time, Mr. Henderson.”

I hold out my hand to him. He takes it with the same hand that was between my legs and then in my mouth moments ago.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

A shiver works its way up my spine. He holds my hand a beat too long, so I pull my hand free.

“My assistant will show you out.”

Renee enters the room at that moment, smiling. “Ms. Minty-Smith. Mr. Henderson. Right this way.”

Both follow her from the room. Brooks glances over his shoulder before disappearing from view. When he’s gone, I exhale. Fucking hell. Thank god he will not be around because there’s no way I can see him every day. Not when there’s clearly still chemistry between us.

Gathering the contract and my iPad, I go back to my office, closing the door behind me.

I’m expecting it when Renee enters a moment later.

“What was that all about?”

“Which part?”

“The hallway. And the tension in the room when I showed them out.”

I sigh. “I know the groom, though I don’t think the bride is aware.”

“Know him how?”

“We used to date several years ago.” I shake my head, laughing at the look of horror on her face. “It was a long time ago, so don’t ask what I know you’re going to ask.”

“As your friend and as your assistant, I have to ask. Do you still have feelings for him?”

“Feelings? Yes, but not the kind you’re thinking. He broke my heart, Ren. Changed who I was. Believe me when I say my feelings will not get in the way of planning this wedding.”

“You’ll tell me if it becomes too much?”

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