Page 15 of Crave Me

“Have your staff ready the conference room,” I tell Clifton. “Make sure it’s equipped with everything we need for the meeting, including food and beverages.”

“You don’t want Ashleigh to do it?” Clifton asks.

I glance up and catch his grin. Like me, he’s had his fill of Ashleigh. I chuckle. “I think it’s best to limit her responsibilities.” In other words, I don’t want to see her for the rest of the morning or give her any more power. As it is she’ll probably spit venom into my lunch.

Anne lifts a stack of binders into her arms as I return to my desk. My cold coffee is in one hand and the diagnostic report is in the other. “Evan?” she asks.

I place my cup in front of me and lower myself into my chair. “Yes?”

“Who’s Erin O’Brien?”

I turn the page of the report, despite not having finished reading the previous. “A sales representative at Ford Nation,” I explain, flipping to the next page.

“Just a sales rep?”

I raise my head in time to see her exchanging glances with Clifton. “That’s right.”

“Then why is your face so red?”

The added surge of heat is response enough.

Clifton turns quickly away in a pathetic attempt to hide his grin. “We’ll have everything ready, Evan. See you in a few.”

Anne spares me by following, but it’s what I hear when she opens the door that causes me to glance up from my work.

“Is he expecting you?” Ashleigh asks. I don’t have to see her to know she’s irate.

I frown and leave my seat, wondering who she’s trying to intimidate this time. From the small opening where Anne is holding the door, I see Wren lean forward and press her hand on Ashleigh’s desk. “Just tell him Wren O’Brien is here.”

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