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“Perky,” I say, barely keeping up with her.
She pauses. “Excuse me?”
“You are very perky in the morning.”
“Oh.” She adjusts her glasses. “I’ve been up a few hours already. I like to hit the fitness center first thing. Get in a jog or a swim if the location has a pool.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Yeah, it’s—” Her big eyes drop for half a second. “It is.”
I smirk as memories invade my mind all over again.
Her on her knees.
My hand wrapped around her hair.
My finger smearing lipstick up her cheek…
Her throat clears. “Anyway, I’ll let you finish getting dressed,” she says as she spins toward the door.
“Do you do this every morning?” I ask with a quick gesture at the clothes laid out on the bed.
“Yes,” she answers. “If you want, I mean. If not, we can just meet in the lobby. Graham likes to hit the ground running. But I get it if that’s not your style. I’m sorry. I should have cleared this with you before. It’s just...”
“Habit,” I say with a nod.
“Right.”
“Well, I think I can handle dressing myself from here on out,” I say. “Thank you, though.”
“Okay. You’re the boss.” She folds her hands in front. “Would you like me to tell the restaurant you’re coming down?”
“Oh. Uh, no. No. I’ll take breakfast up here. Still waking up.”
“All right. I’ll call room service for you?—”
“Paige.”
She snaps her mouth closed. “Or I’ll just… meet you in the lobby.”
“Thank you.”
Paige nods once and quickly makes her escape into the hallway.
This was not what I expected when Graham made me bring her along. Having an assistant to help me count stock faster is one thing, but pre-tying my ties is another thing entirely.
I eye the suit she left for me on the bed, along with the red striped tie — the same shade of red as her shoes, just like Graham warned me about.
I scoff, amused.
“Corporate,” I mutter to myself.
* * *
“Graham wants to do things a little differently this year,” I say from the chair in front of Ian’s desk. “This year’s convention will mostly be the same format as previous years, except we’ll be starting with a day of presentations from building managers, and we’d like to invite you to go first.”
Ian feigns some beauty queen-level surprise from behind his desk, his bearded chin partially obscured by his steepled hands in front of him.
