Page 6 of Mr. Delicious
Or, rather the woman inside the coffee house.
Wren.
I liked her name and liked the woman she was even more.
She held a beauty that was rare. One that came from inside.
I must have lost my mind officially because I didn’t know who else went to get coffee every day for the last two and a half years just so they could catch a glimpse, or sometimes be served, by a woman they couldn’t have.
Me. That’s who.
Ridiculous.
Marc was saying something, but I didn’t hear him.
“Adam are you listening to me?”
“No, fuck, I’m not. And I’m not signing. We need to talk about this properly.”
“Thanks a lot, little bro.” Sarcasm rippled in his tone. “I guess you’re going to go all valiant on me too with the Rosewood project.”
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me.
“Unbelievable.” I frowned.
That was another shady as shit deal. Marc wanted me to take Taylor Dean out to dinner, and bydinnerhe meant “seduce and sleep with”. Except I doubted I would have to do much work since the woman had her eye on me.
The billion-dollar heiress had the plot to a resort in the Hamptons Marc wanted.
“Come on Adam. Don’t act like you’re some fucking saint and jump on your high horse. I would do it, but she likes you.” Said my brother, who’d been married for ten years to a wonderful woman who’d given him two beautiful little girls.
Fucking bastard cheated on her every chance he got. He was just like Dad.
I hung up before he could say another word and stuffed the phone in my back pocket.
Enough.
I took a deep breath and continued walking, the coffeehouse was about a minute away. I’d walked for an hour. Not what I banked on doing after a two-hour session at the gym at the crack of dawn.
I was going to stick to my guns and not sign anything. In fact, I was going to work from home today and keep my phone on divert to Pamela, my trusted secretary. She’d understand.
I couldn’t risk going in and having Marc continue being an irritating ass about this.
Jordin Enterprises would just have to miss one of its key members today. It may be missing one of its key members for good if Marc continued behaving the way he did.
I’d started to work for the company straight out of college. I went to Princeton just like every other male Jordin, past and present.
I’d never had a problem following tradition since I loved working for the company. But things changed after my grandfather’s death.
My dad took over and suddenly the company lost the virtue it once stood for.
It was sad to see it disintegrate before my eyes.
I sighed and pulled in a deep breath to clear my head. No way was I going to allow my prick of a brother to ruin my day. I had other things to focus on today that needed my attention.
Pumpkin spice tickled my nose as I pushed the door to the coffeehouse open and went inside.
It immediately calmed me, even though my usual spot had been claimed. I would have normally been here half an hour ago, so it was understandable.
