Page 21 of All That She Needs

"You don't look like a vampire." He snorted.

"I have white-blond hair, I'm pale, and I wear red lipstick most of the time because otherwise I look like a piece of paper. I'm also known for my ability to eat men alive in the boardroom."

He blinked at me. "That's actually very...hot." Several blinks later, he launched his next question. "Do you ever think you might resign?"

"Yes. More so, lately."

"Building a garden? Or a plant nursery?"

I sighed dreamily. "Yes, and yes."

"Do you imagine you'll have a garden like Monet's Giverny?"

"Oh, God. Yes."

"So, why not do it?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Maybe someday I will."

And that question has been bugging my mind ever since.

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"Do you want me to call him?" Dennis pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I blinked, struggling to catch up. My mind was still somewhere else. "Who?"

"Mr. Super Hotness."

"Dennis..." I warned, narrowing my eyes to him.

He ignored my tone and carried on. "I heard from Theo that the three of them actually have their own bedrooms on this floor. Plus, they've got an entire set of rooms downstairs for theirstaff to crash in when they need to pull an all-nighter. So, in conclusion, there are alotof bedrooms to choose from."

"Why are you telling me this?" I groaned, immediately regretting asking when I saw the cheeky look on his face.

"Maybe you need some R&R for an hour or two," Dennis suggested with a casual shrug.

"In their rooms?" I recoiled, staring at him in disbelief. "They won't let me in there!"

"They will if Liam gives the nod," Dennis said with a sly grin. "And I have a feeling he'd say yes to whatever you ask. Especially if he gets to join in." He waggled his eyebrows, clearly having fun with himself.

"That is out of the question!" I shot back with exasperation.

"Try asking him." Dennis was on a mission—a matchmaking mission involving his married boss and the hottie down the hall.

I crossed my arms around my chest. "I will not."

"Or better yet, ask him out."

"I'm still married, if you so kindly care to remember."

"To a douche. A very handsome and charismatic douche, but still a douche. Who cheated on you?"

"Liam is just a friend. He doesn't see me like that."

"Uh, oh, no," Dennis said, shaking his head dramatically while wagging his finger at me. "I've seen the way he looks at you—with those droopy eyes, dimple popping out, practically foaming at the mouth. He looks at you like he wants to eat you. And every time you speak, even if what you say is absolute crap, he's staring at you like you just said the most profound thing in the world."

"No, he didn't."

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