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“As soon as you stop acting like an entitled, pampered bitch,” he barks back.

We both fall silent, and I can see in his expression that he’s as embarrassed by this unprofessional exchange as I am. But something shifts in the air a little bit, like we’ve finally confessed that we have a ton of unsettled business between us.

“This meeting is over,” he says, rising from his desk. “Report back to me on the office space and Gladys will send over the lease documents to e-sign.”

His dismissive tone grates on my last nerve. I snatch up my things and sling my bag onto my shoulder. Without another word, I march out of that office, my body thrumming with outrage, indignation, and something else I don’t quite understand. What the hell is happening here?

Chapter eight

Rhence

It’sbeentwohourssince Rachel left my office, and I’m still reverberating from the exchange. It’s all I can do to focus on the day’s business as visions of her dance around in my head. Seeing her stride confidently through my door in a form-fitting suit that showcased those long, toned legs, perky round ass, and tapered waist made a certain part of my body want to stand and salute her perfection.

But the exchange between us had me rocking back and forth between the almost overpowering desire to fire her arrogant ass and the equally strong urge to fuck her into submission. Memories of our days together flood my mind. I recall her lying beneath me, calling my name, declaring her love for me as I stroked deep inside her, carrying us both toward glorious climax.

I nearly leap out of my chair at the knock on my door. I glance up to see Parker strolling in. He drops down into one of the chairs before I can object.

“So, how’d it go?” he says.

My brain is still in high school, and I’m having trouble shifting gears. “How’d what go?”

“Uh, the presidential election,” he laughs. “What the hell do you think I mean? The meeting with Rachel.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. As well as could be expected I suppose.”

“I got a look at her on her way out.” Parker grins as he shakes that mop of unruly hair out of his eyes. “She’s fucking hot, bro. Mad as hell, but hot. What the hell did ya say to her?”

I sit back in my chair and grin. “I may have called her business-management skills into question.” I scratch my ear. “And I may have told her that I hired a gorgeous new sales director who’s already helped me pick out their new office space.”

Parker’s head drops back with laughter. “Dude, that’s pretty messed up. No wonder she stormed out of here like her hair was on fire.”

“I told her to go have a look at the place and to get back to me,” I say. “If she really hates it, I’ll find another location.”

Parker scoffs. “Why? You’re the boss, you call the shots.”

“Yeah, but I can’t risk her telling me to go fuck myself while she bolts. It’ll defeat the whole purpose. She’s not going anywhere until I’m done with her.”

He nods. “So, what’s her deal? A girl that smokin’ hot can’t be single.”

“A couple of years ago, she was pretty serious with some commercial real estate attorney, but they broke it off when she turned down his marriage proposal. Since then, she’s been dating off and on. Nothing too serious though.”

He frowns at me. “Ok, so obviously, you’ve been cyber-stalking her. And so now you know you’re clear to go in for the kill,” Parker says, folding his hands behind his head. “I just hope you know what you’re doing, man. She’s pissed as hell and smart. I find that to be a dangerous combination in a woman.”

I snort. “You find brains period to be dangerous in a woman.”

“Dumb and blond, that’s how I like ’em.”

“Too bad, I was going to introduce you to Eliza, the new sales director I hired from Goldman Sachs.”

“Ah, the Harvard MBA babe.” His grin widens. “I could make an exception to the ‘dumb’ rule.” His expression suddenly falls. “Why’re you trying to push her off on me?”

I shrug. “Just trying to throw her off my scent. She was coming on a little strong. Maybe I misread her, but I don’t need that kind of complications if she’s going to be working for me.”

“You mean other than Rachel, right?” he says as he likely, pulls up a picture of Eliza on his phone. He turns the screen to me. “And she really looks this good, right?”

“Even better in person.”

“All right, I’ll take her off your hands, no problem.”

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