Page 7 of My Grumpy SEAL

The boy stares at me wide-eyed. “You pucked Jessica’s brother?”

“I…”

The mother levels me with a glare. “Thanks a lot. It’s going to take forever before he drops this one.” She drags her little son in the opposite direction.

“Sorry?” I say to the empty space.

I rub my forehead as I walk away. I’m so distracted I don’t see Tristan till I bump into him.

“Whoa, there.” He steadies me before glancing at the file in my hand. “Boss already overworking you?”

“If he is making me think this much right off the bat, I’m scared of what the future holds for me.”

He gives me a curious look but doesn’t pursue the topic. “Is that the Levine file? They are such a great couple. They’ve spent every single one of their anniversaries here and now they are getting married. Piece of advice if you want to ensure everyone remains happy, just go with the bride’s ideas.”

I smile at him. “Thank you.”

Someone clears their throat behind me and I jump. I turn around to see Jake glaring at Tristan and me. “Miss Ortiz, you should know that I expect full dedication from my employees.”

He stares at me and I stare back in awkward silence. “Okay, sir?”

His frown deepens and he walks away.

Tristan chuckles as I stare after his receding. “He is a bit intense but a great boss. Just takes some getting used to.”

“How do you get used to that?” I ask, surprised.

He places a hand on my shoulder. “Give it time. If you need anything you know where to find me.” He walks off.

Later that evening I’m at home looking through the file for the Levine wedding. I had rented a small apartment just five minutes away from the resort, thanks to Jessica’s help.

“Whimsical theme, the color choice has to depict that. Flower arrangement, also undecided.” This is far from last-minute touches, and the wedding is just a month away. I wouldn’t be surprised if the wedding planner quit herself.

Luckily I have experience working with irate brides. My phone rings and I absentmindedly reach for it and pick it up. “Hello?”

“Good evening, Miss Ortiz.” I nearly drop my phone.

“Jake?” I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the unknown number.

“I’d appreciate it if you refer to me more formally when we have official business.” I roll my eyes at his arrogance.

“Yes, Mr. Hunt. How may I help you?” I say, just a little too cheery that I’m sure he can detect the sarcasm in my voice.

A bit of silence, then, “We will be having a meeting with the bride and groom tomorrow at 10 a.m. concerning flower arrangements.”

“Okay, sir. I’ll get right on it.” I go to hang up but luckily hear his voice.He is still talking?

“Also, Miss Ortiz, we have strict rules concerning office romance which I adhere to and expect my employees to do the same. Do we have an understanding?”

That you are an asshole who takes pleasure in the humiliation of others? “Yes, sir.”

The line goes dead and I roll my eyes. Grabbing the file I look through the information on the bride again. “Flower arrangements, flower arrangements. What kind of flowers would please you?”

CHAPTER4

JAKE

Istare at my watch. Its 9:30 and she is still not here. My scowl deepens. Harry and Cecilia arrived a minute ago. This is completely unprofessional. To top it off, Cecilia is in a mood and this somehow translated into Harry being on edge.

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