Page 17 of Unwrapping Romance

Jesus. This guy really was an asshole.

“Jack, I know.” I sighed. “Don’t worry. I will never have feelings for you, either. You’re not my type, anyway.”

“What is your type?” His left eye narrowed.

“Not a workaholic billionaire, that’s for sure.”

He didn’t comment because his phone rang, so he took the call. He was on the phone the entire way up to his office. Setting my coffee and purse down, Tristan walked over and planted his finger on my desk.

“Did I just see you and Jack walk in together?”

“We ran into each other at Starbucks, and I drove in the rest of the way with him. Why are you here so early?”

“Daniel needed a report done first thing this morning for a meeting he didn’t plan on having.”

“Sierra, I need you in my office,” Jack shouted.

“I have to get in there. We’ll talk later,” I said, grabbing my notepad and pen.

Sitting across from Jack’s desk, I crossed my legs and pushed the pen to the paper.

“I need you to book me a first-class flight to Hawaii from December 24ththrough January 2nd. Also, book me a suite at the Ritz Carlton in Maui, and a car service to pick me up from the airport.”

“You’re going to Hawaii for the holidays?” I cocked my head.

“No. I’m going to Hawaii from December 24thto January 2nd. It’s not for the holidays. Just a little R&R to escape the holiday hell in this city.”

“And you don’t think there will be holiday hell in Hawaii?” My brow arched.

“Not on the beach, there won’t be.”

“You do realize that the airports will be crazy that day, right?”

“I’m fully aware. Just book the damn trip, Sierra. I’ll still be working from Hawaii, so don’t make any plans.”

“Have you forgotten whom you’re talking to?” I smiled.

“Just making sure.”

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Here is a list of the meetings I need to reschedule.”

“Okay.” I stood up and walked out of his office.

Jack

She walked out of my office and shut the door behind her. Turning my chair around, I stared out the window at the lightly falling snow, which had left a white blanket over the city. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night—how she tasted and how good she felt. I was quickly brought back to the present when I heard my office door open, and Daniel walked in.

“Here are the projections for the Burrough’s property,” he spoke as I turned my chair around.

“Thanks. I’ll look them over later.”

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, sitting down across from my desk.

“I fucked up.”

“How? What did you do?” His brows furrowed.

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