Page 27 of Daddy's Bossy Best Friend

“I really fucking doubt it,” I said under my breath. What I was thinking about was my time as a hockey player, how I could sweep by and clothesline Mark Windham in the span of a few moments and he’d be none the wiser.

I went back to my office before I did something that might get a lawsuit thrown at me, slamming the office door and immediately calling Magda.

I didn’t think that she’d pick up, but after the fifth or sixth ring, she did, her voice sounding hoarse as if she’d been sleeping.

I wilted a little. Maybe she reallywasn’tfeeling well.

I drew in a breath through my nostrils and out through my mouth to calm down the adrenaline racing through my veins. Adrenaline mixed with jealousy, if I was honest with myself.

“You left the office before I could get your help with the prenup. Can I email it to you?”

Magda paused. “I don’t think so, Mr. Brentwood.”

Mr. Brentwood? She hadn’t called me that outside of teasing me in forever.

“What do you mean?” I asked, frowning.

“I mean that I have plans this evening,” she said shortly, and I squeezed my eyes shut, angry, fuming.

“I don’t care about your plans,” I snapped. “This is the job, and you don’t just work a nine-to-five, Riley. There’s a reason we pay you salary.”

“Well, my boss sent me home, so maybe you should take it up with him,” she spat back, her voice harsh.

I knew that my voice was harsh, too, but I couldn’t help it. I was angry and jealous, and I hated the idea of her going out with that snake Mark Windham.

“What kind of plans?” I asked.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have a date,” she said simply, and I wanted to throw my phone. So, Mark hadn’t been just talking shit, then. She was really going out with him.

“With Mark fucking Windham?” I asked.

“How the hell did you know that?” she asked.

“Because he’s been telling the whole office!” I burst out.

Magda scoffed. “I’m sure it wasn’t like that.”

She was right, it wasn’t like he was bragging out loud to everyone, but he might as well have been. I didn’t like the look on his face when he talked about her, that was for sure. It wasn’t just jealousy, either. I knew what kind of man Mark was, and I didn’t want Magda dating him for a variety of reasons.

“He’s not a good guy, Magda,” I said, hoping that she would hear that I was genuine.

“Are you jealous, Roarke?” she asked, but it didn’t sound teasing, more curious.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said back.

“Good, because you have absolutely no right to say anything about who I’m dating,” she snapped.

What the hell did that mean? Before I could respond, she heaved a deep sigh.

“Leave the prenup until tomorrow morning. I’ll finish it up then.”

“Magda—” I started, but I was met with silence on the line. She had hung up.

I threw my phone across the room, shattering the screen and cursing.

MAGDA

The datewith Mark went as well as it could, given my mood, but I just really wasn’t that into it. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t because of Roarke, that it was just that Mark was such a gentleman and I appreciated a little more bite from my men.

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