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“No. I want to see Hun—I want to see Mr. McLeod first, please. Where is he?”
“Mr. McLeod’s office is right next door, but I’m afraid he is in a meeting right now.”
“Kensley.”
Kensley turned around to find Marcy bubbling with excitement and bouncing up and down.
“Oh, my god. You’re finally here.”
“I’ll leave you to it, Ms. Reid. Please let me know if you need anything,” Chelsea said, then disappeared.
“What is going on?” Kensley asked. Marcy took her by the hand, and they stepped into another office.
“We moved offices, even though we still work for High Cloud. The Hunter came to see me and asked me if I would like to come with you. I think he thought if he brought me along too, you would give him less hell. Can you believe this place?” Marcy whirled around her office, which looked more like a picture from an interior design catalog.
Oh, she was mad. So, so, so mad.
“I’m going to sort this out,” she said, making a circle with her index finger around Marcy’stemporary office. All riled up, she turned on her heel and headed out.
“Kensley, wait,” Marcy said behind her.
“I don’t care if he’s in a meeting. He didn’t care that I didn’t want to be moved from High Cloud,” she said as she continued to march out of the office.
Chelsea had said his office was on the right of the one she said belonged to Kensley's, so without bothering to knock, she pushed the door open.
There he was the freaking perfection of a male specimen.
Her nerves erupted into a riot of chaos as if they were reminding her exactly how breathtakingly gorgeous he was and the things he had the ability to make her feel. And therein lay her dilemma.
She just had to get her balance right. More Ice-Maiden, less hard nipples, and wet panties.
She blindly ignored the other men in the room, all sitting around a boardroom, all with their eyes glued to her, as she entered unannounced and walked up to Hunter with brisk, precise, and determined steps.
“Ms. Reid, I’m in the middle of a meeting.”
“And I was in the middle of my life when you decided to just move my job without asking me first. Gentlemen,” she said, turning to the eight or so men still looking at her in complete, confused surprise. “Please don’t mind me. I won’t be long.” She turned back to Hunter. “I just thought of the perfect epithet for you,” she said, then looked around her. Ah, there.
A permanent marker. Her second-best friend when it came to Hunter McLeod.
Grabbing it from a crystal bowl, she uncapped it, grabbed his hand, and turning it palm side up, she started to write. If anyone had asked her what her plan was for storming into his office, this would not have featured anywhere on the list, and tackling him to the floor would have slipped in at number six.
She had wanted to tell him he had no right to move her around as if she were a chess piece at his disposal. But that would have been the same argument she had used before, and he had reminded her that she had signed over that right to him.
Well, if he wanted her to smile and be stoked that the all-mighty Hunter McLeod was bestowing her with his attention, he didn’t know her at all. But also, yes, she was a little out of her depth.
“That’s your new name,” she said after writing the last letter. She then drew a thumbs-down picture next to it because, knowing him, his big head would probably take the epithet as a compliment. “And I’m taking this marker,” she said as she put the cap back on and marched out of his office. It was a damn good marker, and it was the least he could do for her considering he had turned her life upside down.
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Hunter looked down at his hand.
Captain Controlling—with a thumbs down drawn at the end of it all in black ink on his palm. His skin still sizzled where she had touched, and her warmth still spread in his veins and made his cock ache to have her.
He probably should have turned her over on his knee and spanked her at his desk. Instead, he let her get away with it, despite her interrupting a crucial meeting with billions at stake just to let him know her displeasure about him moving her out of High Cloud and right next to him at his offices. He had thought bringing her friend over as well would make her more amiable.
He should have known better. Kensley Reid was nothing like he expected. She was entirely screwed, but she still managed to keep fighting. Her fury was the sweetest, hottest thing he had ever experienced before. Even at such a wide disadvantage, she stood up to him at every turn.
Never in all his existence would he have thought that meeting Kensley Reid meant he would be searching online, in the middle of the night, for how to remove permanent marker ink from his skin. Apparently, alcohol-based hand sanitizers worked.
