Page 12 of Holiday Hook-Up
I sunk onto the sofa feeling like the world’s biggest piece of shit. It was Christmas Eve and I’d just rejected the best thing that had happened to me in years. Thankfully, I was only in Greyridge for two weeks. I could control myself around her for that long.
My phone rang, breaking me out of my self-loathing spiral, and I remembered why I was here to begin with.
I answered the unknown number. “Logan Connor speaking.”
“Mr. Connor, hello. It’s Todd Bowman.” His name didn’t ring a bell. Maybe I should have taken Emerald up on that breakfast order, specifically coffee. I needed the caffeine boost. When I didn’t respond quickly he added, “Owner of The Dream. Well, I guess I should say former owner.”
“Yes, Mr. Bowman. Nice to speak to you.” I kept my tone professional yet friendly. “What can I do for you?”
“I received an email that we were meeting today so you could look over the property. I believe it was from your assistant.”
With everything going on I’d forgotten. Putting his call on speakerphone, I swiped to my planner app and spotted the appointment there clear as day.
1:00 PM: Meeting with Todd Bowman at The Dream, to look over the property and meet management.
“You’re correct. Thank you for confirming.”
“No problem. I wasn’t sure if there was a mistake with it being Christmas Eve and all. But I’ll be there. Truthfully, it’ll be nice to take one last walk through the place. I’ll be moving down to Florida after the new year. Retiring in a little town called Palm Cove.”
“Wonderful. Well, I’ll see you at one PM then.”
As I hit end call, my phone chimed with an incoming text message from an unknown number.
Sir, it’s Emmy Handler. I’ve gained access to your scheduling agenda via Felicity and wanted to remind you of an appointment at 1:00.
She was all business. I guess this is what I asked for, as much as it killed me. My mind drifted back to last night, where we’d barely made it to my bed before I was hiking up her tiny dress and devouring her pussy again. I raked my hand through my hair and clicked the message, storing her number underEmerald.
Thank you.
My fingers texted of their own accord. I sat back and blinked as I read the next message I sent.
I’ll need you to accompany me. Please meet me in the lobby at 11 so we can have lunch first.
I must have been a masochist.
Yes, sir. I’ll be there. Looking forward to our business lunch.
When you call me Sir, it makes me want to see you on your knees.
Fuck. Delete.
When you call me sir, it makes me want to see you on your knees.Thank you, Emerald.
Chapter 6
Emmy
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, Dec 24 at 9:35 AM
Subject: Lunch
Ms. Handler,
I wanted to confirm our lunch. I’m looking forward to it.
