“How?” Corm looks up, his attention fully on me.
How? Shit. Yes, Pascal.
Liam chuckles. Again, what the fuck?
“Do you want to let us in on the joke?” I glare at him.
He raises his arms in surrender. “I’ll wait for you outside.” He moves toward the door.
“He’s just like Xander, but without charm or personality,” I murmur, and Corm gives me a warning glare.
Liam passes beside me, and his elbow grazes my arm—a barely there, softest accidental touch—and heat shoots up my spine like someone plugged me into a socket.
A stupid, embarrassing tremor ripples through my body.
Seriously? One brush and I’m short-circuiting?
“Can I get that number anytime this century?” Corm snaps me out of… whatever this is. When I look at him, he frowns.
Great. Since when does someone’s proximity feel like an electrical malfunction?
The door closes behind Liam.
“I have a hangover,” I admit, and Corm snorts. I cross my arms over my chest. “I thought Xander’s office was mine.”
Corm pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not yet, Roxy.”
“I thought?—”
“I have a meeting, Roxy.”
A lesser person would wither under his glare, but we both know I’m immune to it. I don’t quite know why he still tries it with me.
Corm sighs. “We can talk about this tomorrow when Cal is back.”
Frustration unfurls inside me so quickly, I barely manage to control it. And controlling my emotional reactions is an absolute must if I want to maintain my hard-earned respect.
“By then, Liam Stone will be settled inmyoffice.” I keep my voice level, or so I hope.
“You have an office.” Corm looks at me, unimpressed.
Bastard. He knows that’s not the point. “An office manager’s office, not one of the corner offices.”
“There are only four corners on this floor.”
Is he trying to rile me up? Or is he just being his usual self? In my current state, I can’t assess the situation.
And that’s dangerous. Being on top of my emotions goes hand-in-hand with the ability to read a room.
But today, my internal radar is basically a drunk pigeon.
I will never drink again. Or lose sleep because of a dick. Even if the owner of said dick rocked my world.
“Corm, I told you two months ago that I want to buy in. You’ve been stalling for weeks, and now you’ve invited Liam Stone to work with us for three months? In a partner’s office, no less. You’re selling him the twenty percent, aren’t you?”
He groans, his scowl deepening. “Roxy, I have an important call. Just give me Pascal’s number, and we’ll talk tomorrow. I don’t want to rush this conversation.”
Assuming Liam Stone was eyeing the partnership was a guess. An educated one, but a guess nevertheless, but Corm isn’t denying it, and that’s as good as a confirmation.
