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I gasp in mock shock. “Don’t tell me you’re referring to Mr. Kane. He wouldn’t know a good mood if he was overdosing on Valium.” I take a sip of water to refresh my parched throat.
Her eyes glitter. “You’re trouble.”
“Andlate,” Rowan calls out.
I turn in my seat, making the water in my cup slosh. I’m about to correct him on the fact thatheis the one who is running late but I somehow forget the entire English language when I get a look at him.
Rowan in a suit is my kind of corporate kryptonite. Today, the custom royal blue fabric hugs his body like someone sewed the material onto him. His dark brown hair is styled without a single hair out of line and his stubble is nonexistent during this early morning hour. The ocean blue material highlights the dips and curves of every single muscle, like waves of water I want to drown in.
I let out the tiniest sigh that makes his secretary smile at her computer screen.
All the attraction is sucked out of me once his hardened gaze crashes into mine. The shadows in his eyes douse the small flame in my chest.
I grab my phone from my dress pocket. “I was on time. Right?” I look over at Martha for approval.
She remains silent as she focuses all her attention on cleaning out her junk mail inbox.The betrayal.
“Follow me.” Rowan steps away from the door to give me space to enter.
I rise from the chair and grab my backpack off the floor. His gaze lingers on my puffy tulle sleeves before eying the rest of my dress like he wants to burn the fabric. His scowl only deepens once his eyes land on my cherry red sneakers.
I click the heels together twice with a smile.
His eyes snap toward mine. My cheeks heat from the look on his face.
Is that yearning in his gaze or intense dislike?
Let’s hope for the first while expecting the latter.
Whatever lingers in his eyes disappears as he blinks and removes any trace of emotion. He turns in a huff, giving me a prime view of his firm bubble butt. I pause and look because I am a warm-blooded human after all.
No man in power should possess a body likethat. It should be considered a corporate crime to look that good while wearing a suit.
I shake my head and follow him into his domain. Rowan’s office is a complete contrast from his personality. The vintage space reflects the romantic charm of Dreamland with crown molding and pale-yellow walls. It reminds me of something I’d find in one of my regency novels, with white wainscoting and elaborate wood furniture carved with an artist’s touch.
Rowan frowns, sticking out like a thundercloud on a bright summer day. He stands by his desk and presses his clenched fists against the top. “Sit.” He takes a seat in his leather wingback chair.
The dominance emanating off him makes it difficult to take deep breaths of air. I settle into the chair across from his desk, crossing and uncrossing my legs as he grabs papers from a file drawer.
“Do you need to use the restroom?” His face remains blank.
“What?”
“Bathroom?” He grunts, pointing toward a door in the corner of the office. “You keep moving around.”
“Oh no!” My cheeks heat. “Just trying to get comfortable.”
“Don’t set yourself up for failure like that.”
A laugh escapes me before I have a chance to stop it. The side of his mouth lifts a whole quarter of a centimeter before dropping again.
Honestly, what does it take for someone like him to smile? Stealing candy from babies? Blood sacrifices? Watching live feeds of families having their homes foreclosed on? I need to know.
He slides the file over to me. “Here’s your new contract. It’s quite similar to your previous one with The Magic Wand Salon.”
My mouth drops open. “I’m sorry. A contract?!”
When people are fired from Dreamland, are they given a contract to never come back? How exactly does this whole thing work?
