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“I don’t have time for accidents,” he snaps back.
Crap, how did he hear me? “Right. No time. Busy, busy.” I twist back around and head out, silently mumbling more choice words.
Chapter five
Theo
“Whatthehelldidyou do?”
“I did what you couldn’t.” He doesn’t even acknowledge me.
“She had nothing to do with this. She didn’t deserve this.”
“Then you should have done what I told you to do in the beginning. She deserved to know the truth.”
“The truth?” I scoff. “That I’m living a fucking lie?”
Father stands and rounds his desk. “Hardly. Alana is very much enthralled by you.”
“Good for her. I don’t give a fuck about Alana.”
“You should. Accepting this will make it easier. Alana is very happy for what’s to come.”
“Because she’s part of this sham. Buy his company or merge with it; I don’t give a fuck. Keep me out of it.”
I walk out of his study, but his words stop me. “This will happen over and over. Keep testing me, son.”
“This is fucked up. You know that.”
“Business is business. One day, you’ll learn the importance of it.”
“I doubt that,” I spit out and walk away.
I stare after her until my office door closes.
“Um, Mr. Monroe, did you mean to call—”
“Wrong extension.” I hang up on Amy.
I drop into my chair, scrubbing my hands down my face. Why the hell am I torturing myself like this? My skin still tingles where her palms touched my chest, and her lavender and vanilla scent lingers in my nose. Christ, I even snuck a peek down her indecent silky blouse that would definitely look better on my bedroom floor. “Fuck.” If I were smart, I’d stop this sudden fixation, have her fired and escorted out of the building. But I won’t be doing any such thing. She’s quickly become my little obsession—a toy I desperately want to play with.
I know better, though.
And now, with the merger about to be finalized, she’s the last thing I need.
My door opens, and I sit forward.
“Agenda and a hot cup of coffee as a peace offering?” She walks in and sets the mug on my worktable. I have no idea how she still has a smile on her face after the way I just treated her.
“I have to say, looking over your agenda, I groaned for you. I don’t know how you do it—meeting after meeting. Conference calls, lunch meetings, dinner meetings. But I guess that’s why the CEO title is on your door.”
She sets my agenda on the table, sits, and opens her laptop. I still haven’t moved from my chair. I can’t stop staring at her. The way her hair brushes her bare shoulders. The dip at the base of her throat. In another life, I wouldn’t waste a second making her mine.
“Um, is now a bad time? I can come back.”
I shake my head and stand. “No.” I grab my coffee and stop next to the table. “What does my day look like?” As if I don’t already know.
“A ten o’clock with Stephen Bellinger. Lunch at noon with The Hellmann’s Group. Wise and Wise at two. Four o’clock with Steel Brewing in the conference room.”
