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I bring my attention back to my pastry and take a bite, ignoring him. “Shoot!” I scoot back, looking down at the glob of cherry filling on my blouse.
“Oh, here, let me help you.” The gentleman grabs a napkin and hands it to me.
“Faulty pastry.” My cheeks heat as I accept the napkin and wipe at the filling, smearing the stain in more. I make the mistake of looking down the table. Blue eyes blaze into mine.
Well, that’s a new level of angry.
Yep. I should probably just. . .
“Excuse me.” Getting up, I skirt out of the room and shuffle into the bathroom, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it under the sink. “Bad pastry. I loved this shirt,” I mumble, dabbing at the stain even though it’s pointless. It’s already ruined.
I head back to Theo’s office, remembering his stash of clothes in his private bathroom. He wouldn’t mind if I borrowed a shirt. Hurrying, I unbutton my blouse, toss it in the trash, and open the closet to shuffle through his spare suit shirts. “Come on. Give me a stylish shirt I can work—”
“What the hell are you doing?”
I nearly jump out of my skin as I whip around. Theo stands in the bathroom doorway, the creases in his forehead deep, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes fall to my shirt or lack thereof. “Jesus,” he grunts, turning his back to me.
I look down, remembering it’s laundry day. My nipples are on display, poking through my sexy, sheer lace bra. “Shit. Shoot.” I wrap my arms around my chest. “Sorry, I was just trying to find a spare shirt. I thought—”
“The drive.”
“Huh?”
“The drive!” Faced away from me, he reaches his hand back and waves it. “You have the USB drive. I can’t start the meeting without the damn drive.”
Oh! “Yeah—yes! It’s in my pocket.” I scramble into the back pocket of my slacks and press the drive into the palm of his hand. “Here.” His fingers grip around mine, and something sparks between us. He whips around, his eyes landing on mine. Then they lower. His frown deepens. Since my hand is outstretched, he gets another shot of my nips. “Sorry, it’s obviously cold in here.” I stretch my free arm over my chest.
“For the love of—put a damn shirt on,” he snaps.
“Well, Iwouldif I could find one—”
“Where’s the one you had on?”
“In the trash. It’s ruined—”
“Not ruined enough. Put it back on and get back to that goddamn meeting.” He snatches his hand back, taking the drive with him, and storms off.
“Asshole,” I mumble as I dig out my shirt. Holding it up, I inspect the stain. Gross. “Come on, Fay. Be resourceful.” I look around, debating whether I could make a shirt out of toilet paper. Instead, I spot a fancy scarf in Theo’s closet. Sliding my shirt back on, I wrap the scarf around my neck and inspect myself in the mirror. “You’ll have to do.” I praise my quick thinking and head back to the meeting. Theo’s brow creases when I enter. I brush him off and retake my seat.
The meeting goes off without another hiccup—I think. I was bored out of my mind and may have nodded off once or twice. After two hours, everyone’s shaking hands and signing deals.
“Thank you, gentlemen. We’ll be in touch.” I smile as Theo shakes the final hand before turning his attention to me.
“Well, I think that went—”
“In my office. Now.”
Chapter seven
Theo
Shedoesn’timmediatelyfollow.Instead of turning around and snapping at her to hurry it up, I continue to walk, needing the extra minute to get my shit together. I have no idea how I landed that deal. My mind was far from focused on the actual negotiating. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Or Will Henninger and his filthy old man hands. I saw red watching him hand her the napkin. If he even dared wipe up that shit on her blouse, I was jumping over the table and breaking his hand. The way Steve Wilson’s eyes dropped to her ass when she walked by. I hated every little smile she granted others. Her subtle laughs. I know half the men in that room imagined themselves fucking her. Shit,Iwas imagining fucking her. I was seconds away from pulling the deal, and the meeting hadn’t even started. All because I couldn’t stand the way everyone looked at her. As if she was theirs for the taking. Because she was far from available. She was mine.
“Not sure why you’re so upset. I think that went well—”
I whip around so fast she almost falls into my chest. Leaning down, my voice low and lethal, I bite out, “How was yournap?”
"Darn, he noticed that—I mean, had something in my eye—”
