there. She cut off all those thoughts before they could take root. Before they
could make her do something. Feel something.
Even if she wanted to, it was never going to happen. Romi was
undoubtedly not a lesbian. Even if she was, Kiera knew she was probably a
good ten years older than Romi. She also had a piss pile of money, assets,
and investments to protect. In her experience, people weren’t really
interested in a person for the sake of being interested. They usually wanted
something, and in her case, that something had grown exponentially over
the past few years. She had her business to protect first and foremost. She
knew of a few times where hearts and parts led to a real mess asset wise and
she wasn’t going down that route.
Even if she could. But she wouldn’t.
With that sorted out, at least in her mind, Kiera gripped her coffee cup,
grabbed her purse, and marched into the office. She’d decided to put off
unloading the trailers until the next day, to give herself some time to
recover. She was still exhausted and her less than adequate nights of rest
didn’t help.
No, she was going to go into the store and enjoy herself. Talk with her
vendors. Make some calls. Look over the new displays. Maybe put one
together herself. And actively evade the store’s newest hire.
It seemed like a sound, fail-proof plan.
Until she walked in the big, old, solid wood door of the store and was
immediately greeted by an enthusiastically smiling, green-eyed,
exceptionally beautiful, eager and ready to please, Romi Belleview. Romi
might just have been the most annoyingly optimistic person that Kiera had
ever seen in her life.
“Hey,” Romi chirped as she stuck out her hand. “I’m Romi. We didn’t
actually really get to meet officially last time. I mean, just beyond you
popping in and staring at me and me staring back. I feel like it was kind of
awkward, so I just wanted to say that I’m really glad to meet you and tell