Page 3 of Fairy Tale Lies
Going by her current reaction, things hadn’t changed. She still saw him as a weed in her impeccably manicured life.
Not that he wanted to make their past known. A Meier, not a Silverstone!
The delivery order had clearly stated the items were for a Silverstone residence. Hadn’t she made the comment the home was her parents’?
Shit. Was she Charles Meier’s niece, daughter, or young wife? Each one of those options landed like a brick in his gut.
Seriously, of all the women in the world, why did it have to be her? Here? Now?
His life revolved around building Rework. His focus so complete, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on a date or even noticed a pretty woman.
Then two months ago, his uncle Marty called, asking if he’d help deliver and install an antique chandelier. Jacob agreed, expecting nothing more than a little extra cash.
Instead, he’d been knocked on his ass at the mere sight of the woman who answered the door. Her jewel-like amber eyes, accented with those full lips, was captivating. What’s more, after they’d left for lunch and talked, her confident reserve and quiet ferocity seduced him. To his surprise, she was as drawn to him as he to her. Watching her struggle between virtue and wickedness, and letting her wild side win, had been the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.
“Mr. Grimm?”
He gave a mental shake and focused on Charles. Freaking CharlesMeier. “Sorry, what did you say?” Jacob was proud at how calm he sounded.
A Meier, not a Silverstone…
“Would you please accompany Mrs. Caitlin and Ms. Meier to their office,” her father or uncle or husband said.
Jacob suspected Charles had made this request a few times.
“They’ll need your insight for the new webpage and additional information to upgrade your accounts.”
“Okay. No problem,” Jacob replied.
The two men stood and shook hands. Jacob’s were trembling, but at least he’d been able to talk past the anxiety trying to claw its way out of his throat.
He followed the two women from the conference room, wondering if he’d jeopardized years of hard work with one impulsive and incredibly hot afternoon. He couldn’t lose his contract with Swift Financial. Every bank had turned him down, said his company was ‘too niche’. This was his last chance.
What was she to Charles Meier? Would she tell him how’d they met and what they’d done?
Sleeping with his wife or daughter might be enough to have the man searching for loopholes in the contract and dumping Rework.
Once in the corridor, Jacob moved next to the women. His focus shifted from the woman who’d used and dumped him, to the pretty African-American. She was watching him with open curiosity.
He didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience. “Greta, can we talk… alone?”
She didn’t even bother looking in his direction, answering in an imperious tone and sounding like the princess she thought she was. “No. There’s no need, and please address me as Ms. Meier.”
The other woman gasped, her gaze jumping between him and Greta. “You two know each other?”
“Yes,” Jacob replied.
Greta spoke over him. “Not really.”
The hell she didn’t. Was she going to pretend they were complete strangers?
“Mr. Grimm,” came a man’s voice from the conference room.
All three swung around at the unexpected interruption.
The guy stumbled back. Jacob could only imagine the expressions on their faces.
“We forgot to have you sign a couple of things. Will you please come back inside? I’ll show you to the IT office after.”
