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He’s the newest to the company.
Before Blake worked here, he worked for a rival company which also happens to be Nash’s father’s firm. So as you can imagine, there was drama between Nash and Blake, but it involved Nash’s girlfriend, Brianna. She grew up with Blake, and they were best friends before she even met Nash. Then when Brianna and Nash started seeing each other, it caused tension.
It was all so incredibly complicated. Even though Blake and Nash were archrivals, they came to a truce to please Brianna, and Nash sold forty percent of his company to Blake. They became co-CEOs of Ensure Asset Management, and the rest is history.
That was two years ago, and I guess you could say Blake is focused and ambitious.
Actually, all the workers here are ambitious, but Blake really goes after what he wants. He attacks any problem head-on, with full force and enthusiasm. Sometimes he can be seen as a little too ruthless in his pursuits as clients can call him a little too cold and calculating. But if you want the best results for your account, Blake is your man. There is no question about it.
The thing is—he works hard, always being the last to leave and the first one in. It’s like even though he has been here for two years, he still feels like he has something to prove.
And to me, that’s sad.
Glancing at his office, I see him typing away on his computer. Then I take a peek at my watch and see it’s almost time for Lucas’ party at Revel Rose bar, the bar the guys head to after work to unwind with their group of friends.
I rarely go. Being an employee, I don’t feel like it’s the right thing to do. But Lucas invited me tonight because he’s showing off his baby son to everyone so it seems important that I go.
There’s a whole story there about how he didn’t know he had a son until a few weeks back, as his ex took off when she found out she was pregnant because of hisissues. But they have sorted their shit out, and now she is back, and they are happily together as a family.
I am so glad for him because I know what it’s like to have a child, and I can’t imagine being deprived of the first few major milestones of life. But he and his on-again girlfriend, Paisley, seem to be doing well. They’re living together and raising their son, Jackson, who I am meeting tonight at Revel Rose.
I need to get a move on if I am going to make it on time, and Blake will need a swift kick in the behind if he’s going to make it too.
Grabbing my handbag, I walk over to his office door, gently rapping on the glass pane. He glances up, the dim lighting from his desk lamp illuminating his gorgeous face. His five o’clock shadow seems a little longer today.It suits him.When he spots me, his lips turn up in a panty-dropping smile as he raises his brow at me. “Hey, you’re still here?” he asks.
I chuckle. “Could say the same thing about you.”
“Touché…” He tilts his head. “You getting ready to go home to Hailee?”
I smirk. “You forgetting something, Mr. Branson?”
He furrows his brow, turning to his computer to look at something. “Do I have a meeting in the morning I need to prepare for? Fuck! I thought my schedule was clear until lunch?”
I chuckle. “Mr. Grant’s baby-introducing dinner at Revel Rose?”
He slumps into his seat and flops his head down onto the desk. “Shit.” He groans like it’s an inconvenience, then snaps his head to look at me. “Am I supposed to have bought a gift? I don’t know the protocol for this kind of thing. And I don’t want to piss off Lucas.”
I chuckle. “No… it’s so you can meet baby Jackson. I think it will be good for you. Team bonding.”
He glances at the clock on the wall and scrubs at his chin. “You’re going?”
Nodding, I smile. “I’ll be there. Kyle is picking Hailee up from Little League tonight and taking her to my parents. I should be fine to stay as long as the night needs of me.”
Blake smiles again.
Oh my God, that smile lights up the room and makes me clench my thighs together to dull the ache.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
Don’t think that way, Zoey. This man is practically your boss.
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I shift my eyes from his as he flicks off his computer and stands, hoisting his suit jacket from his chair and throwing it over his shoulder.
God, the way his shirt clings to his body like that is so. Damn. Sexy.
Stop it, Zoey!
“Then we should go… I don’t want to be late and give Lucas any reason for dramatics,” he jests.
