Page 47 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

Her eyes light up, and a satisfying grin crawls up her face.

“Monday next week is perfect. Eight am.”

“Fine. I’ll be looking forward to it. Please let Enns know that I’m waiting for him.”

“I don’t think Enns is at the office right now. He said he needed to check on a site at Decker Canyon.”

I glance at my wristwatch. Four pm. It’s unlike Enns to check on sites in the evenings. He typically does that on his way to the office first thing in the morning.

“That’s strange. But alright.”

As Kavia steps out of my office, the telecom rings. I look over at it. I have just one more hour before I get off work, and I would like not to be bothered. There’s so much to do. Finally, I pick it up.

“Emma?”

“There’s someone here who’d like to see you.”

Oh, for God’s sake, I don’t have the time for visitors right now. I instructed Emma, the front desk manager, to make it clear that I’m not taking visitors at the moment.

“Emma, I told you I’m not available for visits.”

“Yes. But it’s Eva. She keeps insisting she needs to see you. I explained that you weren’t available, but she’s making a scene.”

Dammit.

I pound my fists on my table before leaning back in my chair. I close my eyes and exhale before opening them again. I’m not up for visits, especially from Eva. Her voice is loud and shrill in the phone background, insulting Emma for doing her job. I don’t know how this woman manages to push all my rage buttons, but somehow she does so every single time. I can’t tell Emma to send her away; she obviously is bent on not moving an inch. It’d be too embarrassing to send the security.

“Okay. Send her up.”

My head throbs as I drop the receiver. I stare at my monitor, but my mind is blank. The little stopwatch on my table reminds me I don’t have all the time to spare. I need to give feedback to the partners from Croatia tomorrow, but I haven’t even concluded the research. And I don’t want to remain here after office hours. I want to go home.

To Fiona.

The thought stems like fragrance, but I shove it down. I’ve battled with trust for years, and it takes just one person to dismantle my walls? The door flies open, and none else but Eva struts in, wearing a short red dress and heels.

“Could’ve at least knocked.”

I struggle to take the edge out of my voice, but it doesn’t work.

“You know, it’s rude not to let them know that I’m not like everyone else. I have special access. How could you not tell them that?”

I roll my eyes and undo the top button on my shirt.

“Are you going to sit or not?”

She opens her mouth to say something but shuts it, staring from the couch at the far end of my office to the chairs around my work desk. Finally, she sits on the chairs, adjusting her short dress to cover a bit of her thighs.

“What are you doing here, Eva?”

I lean forward, narrowing my eyes. She glances at the TV up on the wall, tuned into Fox News. They’re talking about the immigrant problems again. It’s been all over the news for a couple of days, and no doubt, the President is getting a lot of heat. After a few minutes, she looks back at me.

“Look, I don’t have all day. I’m way behind time and your visit is already costing me a couple more minutes. I told you to stop coming to see me without informing me first.”

“Well, you said home, not your office.”

“Why are you here?”

“Because of your attitude, Jason. For months, you’ve all but completely ignored me. I try to do stuff together with you but you turn me down. I invite you over, but you’re never available. I come over, but somehow, it just pisses you off and I’m starting to wonder if you’re intentionally avoiding me.”

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