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Once I got back to my desk, it wasn’t long before I was back in the groove and ignoring everything around me.
A pity that.
Had I been more aware of my surroundings, I wouldn’t have screamed like a murder victim when a masculine voice, raw and gravelly, reached my ears. “What are you still doing here?”
I turned and looked up into the face of Michael Buchanan.
Oh shit.
Chapter 4
Michael~
I was still riding the high from my first week of work when I left Aiden’s office. I had been thrilled to learn that, for the most part, our employees were happy, and we had a very minimal of complaints considering the amount of people we employed. Not to mention, those complaints were minor issues that were all resolved in a timely manner.
Mason had insisted that we meet weekly for a formal, communication meetings, which I didn’t mind. But I also had to duck a stapler when I suggested we have the meetings in my office since, at any given moment, Shane, Denise or Justice might be bent over a desk.
The stapler was thrown, but not a word was spoken in denial.
I was just rounding the corner when I ran into Denise. “Hey, Gorgeous.”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you guys done with your meeting already?”
I smiled a knowing smile. Aiden was going to have to apologize for the stapler. “Why, yes,” I said as I winked at her. “We are.”
Denise shook her head. “Walk with me, youngin’.”
“Hey, I might be a few years younger than you, but I’m all man, sweet thing,” I defended.
I could see the edges of her mouth curve. “You are so impossible,” she chastised.
I followed her back the way I came. “Only when I’m struck dumb by stunning women,” I replied cheekily.
She chose to change the subject. “Are you ready for the party tonight?”
I nodded. “I sure am,” I answered. “Are you ladies going to dress sexy for me?”
“Michael Buchanan,” she said, laughing. “Behave.”
“Oh, come on, Dibtab,” I whined. “You guys are the only ladies in my life. Give me something here.”
We reached Aiden’s office, and with one hand on the doorknob, she turned towards me and said, “I’ll never forgive you two twerps for saddling me with that ridiculous name.”
I shrugged a shoulder and grinned. “Aiden doesn’t think it’s ridiculous,” I teased. The first time Gabe and I had met Denise, she was walking out of Aiden’s bedroom wearing nothing but his shirt. When we started to ogle her and asked for her name, Aiden had so cavemanishly announced that her name was Denise I Belong To Aiden Buchanan. Dibtab was born and we’ve been calling her that ever since.
I was convinced she secretly loved it.
“That’s because Aiden is ridiculous,” she argued. Denise turned the knob and walked in without knocking. I peeked my head in after her and I couldn’t help but feel happy at the smile that lit up my brother’s face as he watched his wife walking towards him.
And because I really did deserve an apology, I hollered, “I’ll be expecting an apology for the stapler later tonight!” And then I closed the door on Aiden’s chuckle.
I was headed back down the hallway when I heard my name echo out of one of the empty visitor offices that lined the east side of the floor. We often had many clients and business associates that needed privacy when meeting with us. We had empty offices for this purpose.
I knew I should probably keep walking, but when I person hears their name being spoken, it was only natural to want to hear what was being said about you.
I walked over and stood just outside the doorway. I figured Aiden and Denise would be occupied for a while and Aiden’s assistant always stayed at her post with Denise visited because…well, sheknew.
“Seriously?” said one female voice. “Michael Buchanan?”
