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Asshole. Fucking asshole.
“And who is going to give me thisbest of the besttraining? Let me guess…” I sneered. “You?”
He laughed aloud. “Christ, no. Do you really think I’m that arrogant?”
I didn’t answer.
“Please, Katie, give me some credit. It’s a long time since I founded this business, and a long time since I was at the coalface of business development. Sales has changed, marketing has changed. The programme is cutting edge, led by the best of the best. The best of them all, I promise.”
“Great,” I mocked. “I can’t wait to meet thisbest of the best. It’s going to be so much fun.”
“So, your answer is yes?”
I stared at him. “I don’t know you’ve left me with much choice.”
“There’s always a choice,” he said, and blue eyes met mine. Blue eyes like mine.
Harrison Gables, I’m doing this for Harrison Gables. And Samson. And Jack, too.
“When do I have to start your poxy programme?” I sighed. “When do I have to sign up?”
“I’ll introduce you right now,” he said, and my stomach lurched. Torn jeans suddenly seemed such a stupid idea. I wanted to bail, say I’d come back tomorrow, at least wear something that looked like less of a teenage middle finger to an arrogant sack of shit father, but I didn’t have time. He was already on the phone, instructing someone in.
“Please,” he said. “My daughter, yes. She’s ready to meet the team, I thought you could… Thanks, right.” My stupid father smiled like the cat who’d got the cream, grinning away until there was a rap at the door. He stood, smoothed down his tie, and I wished I was in any other clothes than these. I folded my arms across the stupid slogan on my chest, and looked at the table top. “Katie,” he said as the door opened. “I’m very pleased to introduce you to the head of the Favcom internship programme. The best of the very best. Your mentor for the next six months.”
I think it was the scent. Or the size of the shadow. Or maybe that prickly sixth sense that gives you goosebumps.
My eyes moved up slowly, and my heart was racing. Thumping.
My heart knew.
Bay leaf green eyes were staring, wide, a steel jaw gritted hard. Killer angles. Tailored suit.
Those bay leaf eyes stared right at me, and I stared right back.
And I could have died.
“Carl,” my father said. “I’d like you to meet my daughter, Katie.” My father smiled at me, oblivious, entirely oblivious. “Katie,” he said. “I’d like you to meet Carl Brooks. The best of the very best.”
Oh fuck.
I’m always direct, even in the mostawkwardof circumstances. And these were awkward circumstances. Really fucking awkward.
“We’re already acquainted,” I said, and David’s eyes grew wide in perfect unison with Katie’s.
There it was. The familiarity I’d experienced. Not one I’d have ever pinpointed, not without seeing them side by side in the flesh, but it was the eyes. The brows. The cheekbones, too, maybe.
She jumped in before I had a chance to expand, and I watched in morbid fascination as she flustered and blustered her way through an explanation.
A shitty cop-out explanation.
“I, um, I know Rick,” she told David. “He’s a designer. We’re friends. We know each other, met online, and I met Carl, through Rick, because Rick is, um, Rick is Carl’s…”
Don’t say fucking friend.I despise it when people get all fucking wimpy and avoid calling a spade a spade.
David gave a little gesture, shook his head. “Yes, yes, Katie, Carl’s boyfriend. I know Rick well.”
Katie was a far deeper shade of pink than I’d ever seen her, even when I’d complimented her on taking two dicks in her tight little pussy.
