And coming up with jack-fucking-shit.
I was so locked in, I must’ve missed her saying something because her voice was sharp when she said, “Tripp.”
I looked down from the TV I’d been staring at with unseeing eyes as Greer lifted onto her knees. If that wasn’t already a surge to the dick, the nervousness in her expression was enough tomake me worried I was about to make a damn fool of myself by shooting my load in my jeans.
I really am a sick fuck.
My voice came out gruffer than intended. “What?”
She nudged my phone closer. “There’s a wall calendar that I think would be good. It’s a little pricey, but it syncs with an app. And having the visual might help prevent any missed bookings.” A smile tilted her lips as she joked, “If you can find an empty wall to hang it on.”
You can have my left nut if it makes you happy.
“Get it and anything else you need,” I said instead.
She gave a quick nod before taking my phone back. With the intense concentration she was giving the task, I would’ve thought she was clicking one of everything and a shiny new car to the cart. And I would’ve put in my credit card info and hit order on it all.
But when she handed it back to me, it was simply the wall calendar and a new package of lined sticky notes.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“I have most of what I need at home.”
I shook my head and thrust my phone back at her. “I don’t want you using your own shit for work. Order what you need.”
Pink coated her cheeks as she untucked and retucked her hair. “It’s not a problem. Trust me, I have alotof extras.”
“Nerd,” I teased before I could stop myself. “Does that include a pocket protector?”
Thankfully, she didn’t take offense. “We’ll see who’s laughing when a pen leaks in your unprotected pocket.”
Speaking of…
I glanced at her array of colored pens. “Do you need more of those?”
She gave a slow shake of her head. “Not for another hundred years or so.”
“I’ll still get you your own company credit card for future purchases.”
Her brow raised. “You have a company credit card?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t an outright lie. I did have a card I used—or tried to remember to use—for business expenses to make my CPA’s job easier, but I was the only one who had it. I was stupid as shit when it came to assistants, but I’d never been moronic enough to trust anyone with free access to my money. All orders were either placed and paid for online, or I’d given them cash to use.
They’d never brought back change, but that’d at least been controlled thievery.
She gave a small nod before dipping her head toward my phone. “Does that look okay?”
I glanced down at the items in the cart again.
It was a calendar. A higher tech one than a hanging bundle of paper that displayed bikini babes or fluffy kittens each month, but still. A calendar.
“Looks good,” I lied since a calendar had never looked good in the history of ever. But she wanted it, so I placed the order.
“Once it gets here, I’ll get it set and synced with our phones. It’ll make it easier since I’m still not entirely sure I’ve found all your appointments.” She pulled her bottom lip in before releasing it. “I’ll call Intrepid now, and if something else comes up, I’ll rearrange.”
Tony must’ve passed along the phone number to her because she was already connecting the call as she spoke. When someone answered, she said, “Hi, this is Greer Moore, Tripp Carter’s assistant. I’m looking for Angelo.” She paused for a second before adding, “Thanks so much.”
