Page 3 of Inconveniently Matched

“What can I do for you, ma’am?”he asks, his hand moving to his baton as he sizes me up from head to foot.Seriously?Do I look like some femme fatale?

“I’m here to see Mr.Manning, Mr.Edwards, and Mr.Nash, please.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No.I do not.”

“Ma’am, it’s ten o’clock at night.”

“I know, but it’s urgent.”

“You’ll need to make an appointment with their office tomorrow and come back then.”

“Please, just tell them there’s a Haley Jensen here to see them.They’ll know who I am,” I say, faking my confidence.“Please,” I repeat when the security guard looks as if he has no intention whatsoever of doing my bidding.

“I’m not leaving until I see them.”I cross my arms over my chest, the envelope still in my hand, ready to plant myself in the marble-tiled floor.

He scratches the top of his nose, then, as if I asked him to carry the world on his shoulders and move it a little to the left, he places a call.When he’s done, he looks at me differently.Now he’s tripping over himself to be helpful, asking if he can get me a coffee or a sandwich while I wait for their PA to come and get me.

Well, okay then.

The tall woman who steps out of the elevator looks like a supermodel.My gosh, she’s beautiful, with effortless style and perfectly groomed hair.For a split second, she looks a little stunned to see me before her face bursts into a radiant smile, and for a moment, I’m sure she’s going to bow down to me.

“Ms.Jensen, it’s an honor to meet you.My name is Tammy Wilson.I’m Mr.Manning, Mr.Edwards, and Mr.Nash’s personal assistant.It’s also a privilege to serve you.If there’s anything you need, day or night, please call me.”

“Oh please, call me Haley,” I say as I shake her hand.It’s hard not to be affected by her radiance.She nods courteously, then leads me toward the space-age elevator.

If I wasn’t acrophobic before, I might just develop a fear of heights pretty fast as we reach the top floor of the massive building.

The click of my boots matches the erratic, unsteady rhythm of my heartbeat.

Also crap.What the actual hell am I still wearing?Shit.I forgot to change my clothes, but then again, my whole life is falling apart.

“It’s for charity,” I say lamely to Tammy, pointing to my outfit.

“Oh, of course,” she replies, with no judgment at all.I like her.A lot.“Again, please know, as the future bride of Mr.Manning, Mr.Edwards, and Mr.Nash, if you need any assistance administratively or even with a list of donors, my time is yours.”

I can’t help but smile at her and nod, although the whole idea is that I’m not the future bride of Mr.Umm, nope.This is why people shouldn’t have husbands with three different names.For brevity, I’ll refer to them as MEN.Perfect.

Tammy opens a huge black double door and ushers me into what looks like a gigantic boardroom.My pulse somersaults, but it does so like a drunk gymnast as I take in the three tall men in the room.Their suits are so precisely tailored there’s no mistaking their muscular physiques underneath the expensive fabric.

All three of them have dark hair but different eye colors, with thick sets of eyelashes, structured jawlines, and sensual mouths.They’re the kind of men most everyone would think are exceedingly, illegally gorgeous—hot as heck, sexy as sin, suave with smoldering arrogance...because they know they look fine.Any other day, I’d give them a double take.I’m not blind.Or dead.But not today when I’m here for business.

“Nope,” I say, turning my attention to Tammy.These are not the men I need to see.“I’m sorry, but I wanted to speak to Mr.Manning, Mr.Edwards, and Mr.Nash.”

A frown settles on Tammy’s face as her gaze wavers between me and the men standing in the room.

“This is Mr.Manning, Mr.Edwards, and Mr.Nash,” she says.

“Okay, right.They’re probably their sons or something, but I need to speak to the senior Mr.Manning, Mr.Edwards, and Mr.Nash.Please, take me to them right now.”Curse the day my grandma decided I needed three husbands.My jaws are sore from repeating their names.

“That will be all, Tammy,” the one with the dark brown eyes says, his gaze so potent and unnerving that it unsettles me.His obscenely handsome face is also so serious it might be set in granite.“Goodnight.We’ll see you tomorrow.”

The PA nods, smiles at me again, albeit with a tinge of wariness in her eyes now, before she makes her exit.

“No, wait,” I call after her.She can’t leave me here with them.

“Ms.Jensen, please stop harassing our staff,” one of the other guys says, but there’s a glint of humor in his brilliant green eyes that transforms his entire face into something altogether too sexy for my liking.

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