Page 50 of Who's Your Daddy
“Who’s in the lobby?” Brian’s voice jars me out of the haze, and I quickly step back from the man messing with my head.
I do not like him,I remind myself. Right?
“Is that Amy Reynolds?” Brian’s voice is farther away now, but the pitch is higher, filled with horror.
The same kind of sensation swamps me at the name, sobering me completely. Amy Reynolds? The woman was the worst intern in the history of Murphy & Machon.
I rush around the table and out the door of the conference room. Brian stands at the mouth of the hallway, and sure enough, just inside the front door, a brunette dressed in a short skirt and sky-high heels stands.
“Surprise,” Cal says from behind me. “I brought reinforcements. I reached out to our favorite intern and she’s happy to help.”
As she nods, her eyes dart around the lobby area and her smile falls. “You didn’t say the office was so gross, Cal.”
This might be the first time I’ve ever agreed with a word from the woman’s mouth.
“But, like, we’ll get flowers,” she says, perking up. “And pink pillows for that sofa. It’ll be like amazing.” She claps. “Ooo, maybe we can get a coffee bar.”
“That would be fun,” Cal agrees. He turns to me, his brows lifted. “Isn’t it great to have her?”
The irritation that’s so common in this man’s presence has returned, seeping into my veins. He’s got to be kidding me. She’s the dumbest human alive.
I take a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. “Cal, can I talk to you for a minute?”
He slides his hands into his pockets. “Sure, what’s up?”
Teeth gritted, I spin on my heel and stride down the hall. “Brian’s office.”
“Be right back,” Cal chirps behind me.
“I know what you’re going to say,” he says as he steps into the office behind me. “But we’re only allowed onepaidemployee.The wording of the trust is ironclad in that respect. This is a work-around.”
Brian steps in and shuts the door. “An intern might be a good idea.”
I glare at him. The traitor just doesn’t want to do his own busy work.
I scoff. “Not Amy.” She’s far more likely to make my job harder than be of any kind of assistance.
Brian rubs at his chin. “She really was the worst we’ve ever had.”
“Really?” Cal frowns, his brows pulled low.
Head cocked, I cross my arms. “Don’t you remember when she emailed the judge the lunch order and sent the protected order to the deli?”
His face gives nothing away.
I fling my hand in the air. “No? So, you don’t remember that when I confronted her about it, her response wasthat’s so weird?”
“I handled that. The judge was fine.” Cal smirks. The expression causes an almost irresistible urge to hit him. “Just took a bottle of wine and night out with me.”
I drop my head back and groan. “You can’t tell people these things.”
“I’m telling you. You’re not people.” He hits me with a charming smile.
It doesn’t work on me. Not in this situation. The idea of him on a date irritates me. And I hate my reaction more than the image the thought conjures.
I pin my boss with a glare. “He’s as bad as Amy.”
Brian sighs.
