Nope.
Not Tripp.
I silenced the call that I didnotwant to deal with just to see there was a waiting text from my boss.
TC: Would I be interrupting something if I did?
I looked at the chaos around me that I’d made worse in my frantic rush since there were now notes on the floor as well as the table. Chaos that I hadn’t been making headway on—even without his disruptions.
It didn’t make sense. He should’ve been having the time of his life, not texting me.
Something must be wrong.
And isn’t it my job as his assistant to fix that?
I was hovering on the edge of changing my mind and accepting the terms of his threat when he made the decision for me.
TC: Either you come here, or I’m coming there.
Me: Neither, boss.
That was what I should’ve said. That was what the stubborn part of me demanded I say. Actually, it wanted me to send my own offer inviting him to go to hell, but I was a professional. My finger hovered over the send button, but I again couldn’t force myself to touch it.
And that was before he added another message.
TC: Please.
I let out a resigned sigh before changing the message.
Me: Send me the address.
Tripp
Holy shit, she showed.
And holyfuckingshit, she looks...
Fuck.
Greer was always a cock tease and a wet dream rolled into one, but especially right then.
In a short black dress, her legs were on display, but the rest of her was hidden beneath the high neckline and long sleeves. It might not have shown much skin, but the tight fit showed off her body. It was enough to make every motherfucker in the place wish he was the lucky bastard who would get to slowly strip her out of the dress to see what she was teasing us with.
Me included.
Her light brown hair wasn’t tied back the way she usually wore it. Hanging free, it was much longer than I realized, and my fingers itched to spear into it. Or wrap the length around my hand to control her head.
Controlher.
Her makeup was light, but whatever she’d done to her eyes made them look greener. It hadn’t been long since she’d agreed to come, and I had no damn clue how she could look so incredible on such short notice. It made me wonder what she’d been doing before I interrupted.
And who she’d been doing it with.
I watched as she paused in the entryway and tucked her hair behind her ear as she scanned the full room. The restaurant had been closed to the public for Alessandro Russo’s birthday, and the place was packed with other famous assholes like me. Far more famous ones, actually. Her gaze never paused on any of them. She didn’t smile or approach or wait to be approached—and it wouldn’t have been a long wait. She didn’t even seem to notice them.
She was focused on finding me, and my already hardened dick jerked where it was stretched painfully down my thigh.
I turned away long enough to discreetly adjust myself before moving toward her. Her gaze landed on me, and I waited for a smile.
