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Her brow pinches in confusion. I’m not the average client who walks through the door demanding Theo Monroe’s attention. I wonder if it’s my pink hair or my provocative shirt. It may hide most of my neckline, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t missing a large strip of fabric along my cleavage. “I’m here to speak with the man who signs your paycheck—”
“Mindy, hey.” We both turn at Fay’s voice. “I’ll take it from here, Bethany.”
“I don’t think she has an—”
“Theo’s expecting her.”
“Hey, buttercup. Who’s the stuffy new girl? Where’s Amy?”
Fay leans into me, offering a hug. “She got a promotion. Now, how are you feeling?”
“Like my head was used as a bouncy ball against a brick wall—”
“Mindy!”
“Kidding. I’m fine. Really. A little sore, but that’s it. Nothing some couch time and junk food won’t cure.”
Fay looks like she wants to say something but holds her tongue. “I’m glad you’re okay. Come on, Theo’s waiting for us.” I follow her, giving his uptight receptionist a little finger wave. Theo is at his monstrous desk when we enter the office. He stands, his lips thinning in disapproval.
“You’re late.”
I look down at my imaginary watch. “Am I? Shoot. No leeway or sympathy? Ididget jumped last night.”
“Mindy,” Fay warns, and I raise my hands.
“Sorry. Not funny. So, what was so important I had to come all the way up to your castle and fight off your receptionist instead of being told over the phone?”
That’s when a man I didn’t realize was sitting on the couch to my right stands. He appears out of the shadows, his stride eating up half the room in two steps. Jesus, he looks like he devours little children for breakfast.
“Who’s the giant?” I ask, pointing at him, trying not to stare. Giant or not, he’s super hot.
“Mindy, this is Tate.”
“Taint?”
“Mindy!” Fay squeals.
“What? I have bad hearing—”
“You donothave bad hearing.”
Theo’s jaw tightens. “Tate. Your bodyguard.”
My head whips to Tate, and I hiss at the sudden movement. Fuck, that hurt. “You’re who? And why?” I slowly turn back to Theo, mindful of my neck. “I told you I didn’t need this—” I gesture with my hand, “him.”
“I say otherwise.”
“Well, you don’t get a say—”
“I do.” I look at Fay, who has her fucking puppy dog eyes out.
“Oh, no. Put those away.”
“No.”
“They’re not going to work on me. I do not needthat.” I point at the giant. “I told you both.”
“That was before I got the whole report.”
