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“One night?” she shrieked. Waving her hand aimlessly at the desk, brash tenacity flew from her mouth, “I suppose you think I’m just going to lay back and let you fuck me right here?”
A smirk of surprise tipped his brow. Carrie A
“As tempting as that sounds, no Carrie A
Her mouth gaped open in dismay attempting to filter the bullshit from the truth. Catching a glimpse of hunger behind his eyes as they drifted over her lips, she snapped it shut.
“And if you’re still inclined…” He glimpsed down at the desk, curling his fingers firmly around the edge. “I’d love nothing more than to lay you back on a desk and fuck you till you make that noise—” His eyes, glassy and rapt in time, rolled behind the lid. “—that sexy little groan you make.”
Carrie A
“Hello?” Tommy called out quietly as the door creaked open.
Entering the office, he shot Summer a look. A straight forward, cautionary look of unsaid mandatory advice. Summer met his gaze squarely. To her surprise, he acknowledged Tommy with some sort of reverent code-of-ethics. Neither man without respect.
“Press is looking for you.” Wisdom streaked his tone and his temples.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Maybe it’d be a good idea if you handled this… situation somewhere else.”
“It’s okay, Tommy. We’re all done here.” Carrie A
“Not hardly.” The surety delivered in his low baiting tone, drew chill bumps to her flesh and molten heat to her center.
Tommy moved inconspicuously, gliding between them as they entered the hall. He’d been in the industry long enough to know better and he wasn’t about to let his star player jeopardize the evening’s event.
Weaving through the crowd, Carrie A
“Thank you, Jason,” Carrie A
Jason buttoned his suit jacket, before reaching out to introducing himself. “Jason Calver. Nice to meet you. Loved the movie.”
“Ryan. Glad you enjoyed it.” His tone flat. “Great of Carrie A
Fuck. Fuckity-fuck! This can not be happening. Her lips pressed into a thin line. The moisture from her sweaty hands fogged the tumbler. Ice sloshed over the rim bringing the cup to her lips. Conversations carried on around the table, however everyone kept one ear on the nightmare unfolding. Shayla and John seemingly waiting to join in while analyzing the discussion.
“No. I don’t work for the foundation. I’m a broker for Prestige Exclusives. We’ve been doing some work together.” A short but uncomfortable fissure of stillness followed. “I’ve known Carrie A
Dear God.I should’ve asked for vodka.
Jason tossed that little nugget of information out fully expecting to make an impression. Any ambitious business man would’ve. However, the only thing Summer shared with her father was a large taste of loathing. Her father never approved of him or their relationship. Mr. Lowell constantly tried to impede in them, which was pointless and unjustified, bashing Summer every chance he could. He vowed Summer would never be good enough and never amount to anything but trouble. He expected better for his daughter. And by better…he meant better blood line. Jason’s grandfather was the largest land developer in California in the seventies.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Summer stiffen. Tension between the two men simmered. She could practically feel the steam coming off him. “Well, you be sure and give my regards to Mr. Lowell the next time you see him.”
“I’ll do that. I’m golfing with him tomorrow.”
Jason raised his rock glass to his lips. Curiosity tucked neatly between his manicured brows as he took a long draw of what appeared to be scotch. “How do the two of you know each other?”
“We went to college together.” Carrie A
“Yeah, the three of us attended USC,” Shayla exclaimed. “We were—”
“Carrie A
Shayla attempted to intervene, but fumbled, letting out a poorly executed, pathetic imitation of a laugh that sounded like a yelp. “Yeah, we sure did.”
A rush of blood flooded her cheeks. The underside of the tablecloth was becoming more appealing by the second. She wanted to say a hundred different things, most included some choice, not so pleasant words. She considered stepping on his toe, or kicking him in the shin, or reaming him a new asshole right there in front of everyone. Unfortunately, there also seemed to be a little white flag flying at half-staff inside her panties. Plus, the stinging of her nose indicated tears might be a possibility as well. Not go
Pulling her hand free, she shot Summer a stone-faced look of contempt. She held her gaze long enough to make her point. A crystal clear definitive screw you. Turning her attention to Jason, she said, “I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll have that drink now.”
Chapter Four
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“What are you doing?” Shayla asked.
“I’m on the verge of disowning my vagina. What are you doing?”
Hearing a smothered laugh at the other end of the phone brought a needed smile. Carrie A
Carrie A
“And why is your hooha being disgruntled this morning? You didn’t…”
“No! I didn’t sleep with Jason.” A soft naughty giggle filtered through her office. “Nah, it’s just being a little temperamental. Damn thing has a mind of its own lately.”
“Maybe you need new batteries. Booya! Oh, yeah! I just went there!”
She burst into laughter, hearing Shayla snap her fingers three times. Carrie A
There was no need to answer. Shayla’s tsk of empathy said it all. “How’d your night end up?”
“He’s a tie straightener.”
“Oh, dear. Not another TS.”
“I know, right? Since when have men become more consumed with their looks than women? He kept unbuttoning and buttoning his suit jacket too. By the seventh or eighth time I just wanted to rip the button off and throw it in the trash.”
Shayla scoffed, “Must’ve been bad if you started counting.”