Page 26 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

LEAH

“Hey, Mike. Leah Woodland.” I offer the designer my hand, and he studies it for a moment before taking it and giving it a limp shake.

“I’d love to take a look at the designs Jack mentioned,” I continue.

His gaze returns to the computer screen on his standing desk. “Did Mr. Leadsom okay this?”

I blink. “What? No. Jack— Mr. Leadsom doesn’t need to okay that.”

He smirks. “Yeah, sure.”

I wait.

And wait.

“So you’ll send them to me?” I ask.

He gives me a flat look. “I’ll send them to you if Mr. Leadsom says it’s okay.”

My anger rises. Why do so many people here seem to think I’m not capable of the job I’ve already been doing for years?

“I don’t need Mr. Leadsom’s permission for everything,” I say through gritted teeth.

Mike shrugs. “That’s not what he said.”

I take a deep breath and force myself to stay calm. There’s no point in getting into an argument with someone who’s clearly not interested in working with me.

“Fine,” I say, turning on my heel. “I’ll talk to Mr. Leadsom about it.”

As I walk back to my office, my frustration builds. It’s only five thirty on the first day at Leadsom Tower and I’m sick of constantly having to prove myself to everyone here. And I’m sick of Jack cock-blocking my every move.

But most of all, I’m sick of the way he makes my pulse race every time we’re in the same room.

I need to keep reminding myself that he’s just a guy.

A gorgeous, sexy, cocky, billionaire guy.

God, how much longer can I even put up with this? Day one and I feel like I’m falling apart.

Throwing the door to my office open, I stop in my tracks.

“Surprise.” Taylor looks up from her phone.

“Oh. Uh, hey.”

She looks at me funny. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“No,” I quickly lie, even though in the split second between seeing someone in here and figuring out who it was, I hoped it was Jack.

Unfortunately.

I can’t stand the man, and yet I also can’t stop thinking about him.

She puts her phone in her purse. “Are you done for the day, or is Jack Leadsom requiring you to work sixteen-hour shifts?”

I sigh. “That could happen. He wasn’t too happy about my interrupting him in this morning’s meeting.”

“It was baller, though.” She grins. “How about a drink to shake the day off?”

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