Page 50 of Mr. Not Quite Perfect

“And I’m just supposed to take notes?”

“Yep.”

“Okay. And who do we have a meeting with?”

“Will it make any difference?” he said with a condescending glance.

I glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you’re new to finance. I looked at your résumé. You don’t really have any corporate experience. I don’t really think you’re going to know who we’re meeting with. So…” He shrugged.

“Fine,” I said, pressing my lips together.

I was pissed off at his tone and the way he was treating me, but I wasn’t going to say anything. I didn’t want to get annoyed all over again.

“So I’ll just sit in the corner and take notes. I guess I could put my hair in a bun now if you want?” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

“Sorry. What?”

He was definitely thinking about something else. “Nothing,” I said as we headed inside the airport. “Is another limo going to be picking us up or…?”

“Actually, yes. I have a car service. It’s probably not a limo, but a Lincoln or something.”

“A Lincoln? I thought we’d be driving in style.”

“Excuse me?” He looked at me, an eyebrow raised.

“You know, a Tesla or a Rolls Royce, or…”

“What? A Bentley?” He grinned at me.

“Yeah, sure. You’re rich, right?”

He laughed, his focus completely off me.

“Oh, Molly, Molly, Molly.”

“Yes. Travis, Travis, Travis?”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I don’t know,” I said, giving him an impish smile.

For some reason, I wanted to reach up and kiss him, but it wasn’t appropriate. We were definitely on business time now, and on business time, there was to be no flirting and definitely no intimate contact for kissing.

“So we’re off to Salesforce Tower?”

“Yes, we are,” he said, “And I hope you have good shorthand skills because the meeting will go very quickly.”

“Okay.” I bit down on my lower lip.

I wasn’t a particularly fast typist and I had no shorthand skills. But I did have a cell phone, and my cell phone did have a recording function, so I knew I could record everything. Whatever I didn’t catch the first time around, I’d get the second time, and then he’d have to eat crow. Not that I would tell him I was recording anything. I’d just pretend I got it all down the first time.

“Oh, there you are, Travis.” A loud, booming voice sounded from the other side of the room that we’d entered.

“Hello, Mr. Campo!” he said, walking ahead of me. “So nice to see you again.”

“And you too. And who’s this you have with you?”

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