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“…and she comes at me like a hellhound sniffing for blood. I have been with her every step of the way and she conveniently forgets that just because I couldn’t go with her for the cake tasting…”
“Uh-huh…bad, I know,” I roll my eyes for the umpteenth time. Sometimes I don’t know who’s the dramatic one, Harry or Cecilia. As amazing as they are, if my relationship was ever this dramatic I’d rather be single.
“Hello? Are you still there?”
“You lost me the minute I picked up this call.”
I can already see his scowl. “Whatever, I called to inform you that I won’t be available for the session with the florist. I’ve got a thing with my parents.”
I raise an eyebrow even though he can’t see me. “Is Cecilia aware?”
“That’s why I’m calling. Pass the message nicely, would you?” He hangs up before I can reply. I roll my eyes at his cowardice but even I am not stupid enough to pass that kind of message to Bridezilla.
I reach for the office line. “Get me Miss Ortiz.”
A few minutes later, she pops her head into my office. “You called?” She walks in and I get a full view of her. She has on a white top paired with a black skirt today. The skirt hugs her body and her swaying hips perfectly and the slit in front gives me a full view of her milky thighs. I focus my attention on her face as she walks up to my desk, but all I can think of is how sexy she would look in nothing but those black heels.
“You called, sir?” she repeats.
Clearing my throat, I adjust myself in my seat. “We have a situation. The groom is running away from his frantic bride and won’t be available for today’s session with the florist.”
“She had a fit when he wasn’t available for the cake tasting.” Worry spreads over her face and she bites her lip.
I clear my throat again. “Any ideas on how we can avoid that?”
Her forehead creases as she thinks. “Well…we could move the session to a time more convenient for both of them.”
“Can you cancel on Cecilia like that?”
Her face is all the answer I need. “I didn’t think so. Since you have experience dealing with her, you should be able to pacify her when you tell her.”
She shoots me a deadly glare. “You are making me do the dirty work.”
I raise my eyebrow and fight to restrain a smile at my next words. “Well, I am the boss.”
She wants to challenge me. I can see her fighting to put out the fire in her eyes. “Fine, I’ll…”
My phone rings and I shamefully have to admit that my heart skips a beat when I see Cecilia’s name on the screen. Quickly picking up the call to hide my panic, I say, “Cecilia?”
“It has recently come to my knowledge that Harry will be visiting his parents today,” she scoffs. “I also won’t be available today. I have a runaway groom to fetch. If you and Bella could fill in for us I would appreciate it.” She hangs up before I can reply.Does no one understand how phone etiquette works?!
“Was that the bride,” Bella asks and I hesitate, reluctant to see the smug look that would take over her face at my reply.
“Looks like we are the only ones available for the session with the florist. Call for a meeting with the other staff. I want to make a few modifications to the wedding plans.”
“You are still on this case?” She raises her eyebrow at me.Should I not be?
“I think I stand for every business owner when I say we are very particular about how much profit our main source of income is bringing in.”
“That won’t be necessary,” she sighs. “I have already sorted for cheaper options with the decorations and though it would task the staff, I think we can pull it off.”
I settle into my chair. “Good. You will come to learn, Miss Ortiz that sometimes cheaper is better.” I watch her struggle to maintain her cool and a small smile sprouts on my face. For some weird reason, I find it cute.
Idismissher with a wave of my hand. “I’ll inform you when the florist is here.” She throws me a dirty look which I pretend not to see before walking away.
* * *
Later that day,I’m busy going over the resort expenses with Tristan when I get a call. It’s the florist. “I’ve been waiting,” I say immediatelyafterI pickupthe call. I do not like tardy people.
