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I mirrored his stance and crossed my arms. “Yes?”

He stared at me without a word. When he licked his bottom lip, unbidden images of him tracing that tongue over my skin flashed before me. What was wrong with me? This man was the biggest jerk I’d ever met, yet I couldn’t stop fantasizing about him in every compromising situation imaginable.

“You approved Miss O’Hare’s presentation?”

I lifted my chin. “Yes, I did, because it was a damn good one.”

He scoffed. “Funny, I thought you would’ve learned by now that Ido notaccept mediocrity. Those ideas were ‘damn good’ if we were a budget hotel chain. Need I remind you that we are one of the largestluxuryhotel chains in the world, Miss Montgomery?”

My eyes narrowed. “I amwellaware, Mr. Maxwell.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

I had to literally bite my tongue to avoid an outburst. “Will there be anything else?” Thefuck offwas implied in my tone.

When he stood, my eyes automatically fell to the bulge Sylvie had mentioned. Holy hell, was he getting hard?

“My eyes are up here, Miss Montgomery.”

Shit!

I could feel my cheeks flushing, but I brushed it off, like I wasn’t just caught staring at his crotch. “I’m also well aware of that.”

The asshole smirked. “Of course you are. You’re dismissed. Get the hell out of my conference room.”

I brushed past him, refusing to acknowledge what that cocky smile did to me.

“Oh, and Miss Montgomery?”

I paused over the threshold and looked over my shoulder. “Yes?”

“Next time you waste my time by approving a shit campaign like that, you’ll be looking for a new job, too.”

Like I said. Ass. Hole.

RONAN

“Do you think he goes downtown? Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have that man’s head between my thighs.”

My EA chuckled at her friend, Miss O’Hare. “Yeah, right. Ronan Maxwell wouldn’t eat pussy unless it increased his net worth. Nothing about that man indicates that he’s a giver.”

Ah, Miss Montgomery, how wrong you are. I’d be more than happy to show you how much Iloveeating pussy.

“That’s too bad,” Miss O’Hare mused.

“Agreed,” Miss Montgomery said. “I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve gotten off to fantasies of him going down on me. Just this morning, I woke up so damn wet from dreaming about him that I had to Jill off in the shower three times.”

Well, this conversation just got a lot more interesting.

For the last fifteen minutes, I’d been listening in on them. My lunch meeting had been canceled at the last minute, so Miss Montgomery had no idea I was still in the building. I was just about to step out to grab a bite when I heard the ladies returning with their takeout. I wasn’t sure what had stopped me, but when their voices rang through the slight crack in the doorway, curiosity got the best of me. Now, I was on the couch that sat against our shared wall, trying not to breathe too loudly.

“I’m telling you, Quinn, I think you should go for it. Just walk into his office, take that big dick out of his pants, and give him the ride of his life. I’d bet you anything that he’d be much nicer to you after that.”

Miss Montgomery laughed. “Yeah, right. That prick is incapable of being nice. And I’m still not convinced on your theory about the size of his cock. His special brand of assholery tells me that he’s compensating for something. Plus, he drives a McLaren. I mean, c’mon, if that doesn’t scream tiny dick, I don’t know what does.”

I’d be more than happy to prove you wrong, sweetheart.

Fuck, said cock was getting painfully hard just thinking about it. I pressed my open palm against my fly, willing it to calm down. I’d known Quinn Montgomery would be trouble the moment I’d laid eyes on her. Human Resources handled all of the hiring around here, so I hadn’t met her until her first day on the job. When I’d caught sight of her long blonde hair, those bee-stung lips, and luscious curves, I’d instantly wanted to push her up against the wall and fuck her senseless.