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"Okay, I'll stop for now. Maybe I'll see you at lunch."
"Cool," I said as she walked out, closing my door behind her.
I loved this the most about being back in Chicago: working with Travis and Reese. I could meet up with them every day, sometimes for lunch. I even dropped by Tate's house during the day if anyone was home.
I went through my to-do list, ticking off items as I finished them. God, I loved my job. For so long, I'd been determined to do things independently.
I wouldn't say I was ashamed of the Maxwell name, but I hadn't embraced it. I’d insisted on doing everything on my own. I didn't know when I got past that, but I was glad I did. I was proud to know that I was working toward something that contributed to our family legacy.
Shortly before lunch, I received an email from Drake.
Subject: Urgent.
I groaned. Everything was urgent with him.
I'd like to schedule a one-on-one meeting as soon as possible. I didn't see any access to your calendar. Add me ASAP.
I smirked.He wants access to my calendar, huh?
Obviously, as general manager, he should have it, but I was feeling extra feisty. I’d been out of line last night, I knew that, but so was he. I was going to make him suffer a bit more for it.
I went back to my to-do list, and my breath caught when I heard his voice in the corridor. I broke out in a sweat. My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips. If there were a prize for sexiest voice alive, he'd take home gold, no doubt about that.
Jesus, Kimberly, get yourself together. He's a colleague, he's an ass, and he's absolutely, incontestably off-limits.
Chapter Four
Kimberly
In the last work sprintbefore lunch, I emailed yet another group of review sites and influencers, inviting them to our start-of-the-year party. I'd come up with the idea before Christmas. Everyone was used to New Year’s Eve parties or New Year's Day brunches, but I didn’t want to throw our party so close to the beginning of the year, since most people were still away from Chicago and on vacation during that time. Instead, I proposed we hold the start-of-the-year party one week later. We'd send invitations to all the locals who had signed up for the bar’s newsletter.
Once I sent those out, I texted Reese.
Me: Are we on for lunch?
Reese: No, sorry. I got caught up in a last-minute meeting. I was just about to text you.
