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“Sure,” Scott said, taking the lead after her nudge.

Salt settled down in a chair, his gaze landing directly on me.Stop looking at me like that. Damn it, Salt.

Jeff glanced at Salt, then slowly turned his head, looking at me. I ignored him, though, focusing on Scott.

“I’m Scott,” he said. “I’m the director of legal for Rosethorn. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other at first, and then hopefully you’ll never have to lay eyes on me again. Except for company parties.”

Salt chuckled, finally tearing his gaze from me. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”

Kendra smiled and leaned forward. “I’m Kendra. Director of marketing. I like your music.”

Salt smiled and the entire room lit up. God, he had charisma. A dark, brooding kind that wrapped around you until you’d do anything for him.

And he’s mine.

Lee held up a hand. “Lee. Director of promotions. I just want to say, my wife loves your music. I think I’ve seen too many of your videos at this point.”

That made everyone chuckle. Except for Jeff.

“What kind of music do you play, again?” Jeff asked.

The offhanded degradation alone made everyone in the room tense. Salt leveled his gaze on Jeff, but I said something before he could.

“Jeff, did you not read the file?” I asked. “Tommy sent one out with everything we needed to know about Salt, his music, his following.”

His face turned red, his head snapping up as he looked at me. “I mean, a file isn’t music?—”

“Okay,” Tommy interjected. “So, Salt here is a singer-songwriter. His songs are sexually charged, and I’ve heard them acoustic, but also with a band. With the band, it falls under indie rock with R&B, blues, and synthwave undertones.”

“Correct,” I said. “Today, we’re meeting to talk about Salt’s future with Rosethorn. We’re going to discuss timelines, planning, and hear what questions he has for us. If all goes well, he’ll continue with Scott and Jeff.”

“He could just come with me,” Scott said quietly. “Since Jeff is busy…”

“Busy with what?” I snapped.

“Okay,” Tommy breathed out, flashing me an irritated look. “I’m sorry, Salt. Do we need to take five and?—”

“It’s okay,” Salt said. “It seems like everyone is picking up the slack.”

Oh god.

Ellen snorted and then covered her mouth. I needed to get everything back under control because it was spinning out fast.

Salt continued to sit there with a soft smile and looking completely unbothered. But he was getting under everyone’s skin.

And into my panties.

I squeezed my thighs together and cleared my throat. “Let’s get back on?—”

“I’m not signing him on,” Jeff interrupted.

For fuck’s sake. “Salt, can you give us five minutes? I’m sorry.”

“Sure,” he said, standing up. “I’ll just wait outside the door.”

Silence followed as he stepped out, the tension in the room thickening. As soon as the door closed, I stood up and leaned over the table.

“What thefuckis your problem?” I yelled at Jeff, stunning everyone into silence.

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