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“He stepped out of the shower when she was announcing it. I looked at his face and knew the truth. Besides, she had no reason to lie. She was a professional business woman making her mark on the world.”

“Or she was a money-hungry bitch who saw that he was on his way to making millions. MLB’s next biggest star, and she couldn’t wait to get her clutches in him,” Shayla says.

“Yeah, but she had his baby. I couldn’t compete with that, nor did I want to.”

Shayla reaches over and grabs my hand. “I’m so sorry, honey. You never told anyone?”

I shake my head. “No one but you. I haven’t even spoken with Ambrose about it. I told our dorm manager not to let him up, avoided him, and haven’t let him back in.”

“Not even today?”

“Especially not now.”

CHAPTER 4

Ambrose

A

knock sounds at my partially opened door as I’m nearing the end of a conference call. I look up and see Brynlee sticking her head around the door. Crooking a finger, I beckon her to enter and then hold up one finger to indicate that I’m winding up this call.

She sits on one of the wing chairs across from my desk, crossing one long leg over the other. She’s always been good with her poker face, but I can tell she’s seething about something.

In the last three weeks since she’s been working here, she’s made it her business to avoid me as much as possible although our offices are next to each other. I’ve made it easy for that to happen since I’ve been traveling intermittently for almost two and a half weeks out of that time.

I’m accustomed to business travel as I’ve spent the last few years living out of my suitcase, however, I hoped this new role would afford me more time at home. More time to spend with my daughters and more time to focus on cleaning up my past with Brynlee.

When she has to have personal contact with me, it’s usually in front of other staff, and she maintains a professional poise and a polite and distant demeanor. She carefully references me as Mr. Charles, and I reciprocate with Ms. St. Clair.

I have no idea what has her up in arms right now, but whatever it is, it had to have pissed her off badly especially for her to find herself in my office of her own accord and with no witnesses.

Narrowed nut-brown eyes flash my way, and those puckered lips and clenched jaw only make me remember what it feels like to have my cock buried in her throat. My eyes lower as I watch the rise and fall of her chest in anger. The swell of her breasts pushing up against the soft butter yellow of her satin blouse makes me recall nights when I laid my head on her breasts, and she stroked my hair.

God, furious Brynlee is sexier than calm, cool, collected Bryn, and I want nothing more than to bend her ass over that chair and take her. My dick aches with unfulfilled need.

I swivel my chair away from her to focus on ending the call I’m on. It’s hard as hell to think about new projects and budgets when my brain is full of visions of filling Bryn’s plump ass with my rod, making my cock rigid.

“Sure. Having all that information gathered by the time we meet won't be a problem.”

I listen to the lawyers on the other end before replying, “I’ll see you next week.”

Ending the call, I swivel my chair around to face Bryn.

“How may I be of assistance to you?”

“Budget cuts, Ambrose?” she asks.

“Oh, we’re back to a first-name basis, Ms. St. Clair?”

“Get over yourself, Ambrose! What the fuck is this?” she snarls, throwing a folder onto my desk.

Although I recognize the red folder coded “Operation Jetsam,” I don’t show my recognition of it. I make a big show of scowling, opening the folder and reading through the materials. My finger slowly drags down the list of names on the third sheet and the numbers beside them.

“Quit bullshitting me, Ambrose!” she hisses. “You know exactly what’s in that folder. You’re the one who gave the order for it to happen and signed off on it. I want to know why I wasn’t consulted on this before it was given to Noble and Adriana to act on it? Why am I the one that has to hold the meeting telling a few hundred staff they’ll be laid off at Christmas?” she demands, referencing the CIO and the CHRO.

“I wasn’t aware that I had to consult with you on anything before giving orders,” I say, leaning back in my chair and crossing one ankle over my knee.

“I am the Chief Administrative Officer, and it is the expectation that we work in conjunction to accomplish the company's goals, creating strategic outlines to place us ahead of the competition and strengthen our bottom line. The key word in all of that,Mr. Charles,is conjunction. You weren’t an English major so I’ll enlighten you. In this instance, it means ‘together.’”

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