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"What? No." I'd be offended by the horrified look on her face if it weren't so fucking cute.
"Tomorrow night, then."
"I'm not dating you!" she cries, exasperated. "I'm here to pick up the contracts for Camila."
"Who?" I stare at her blankly.
"Camila Gomes, the publicist? She just hired your firm to provide security at events for her clients?"
Shit. Maybe I should listen to Zion more often because if this is what he was trying to tell me before Emma walked in, I heard none of it. And I don't remember Gideon mentioning it, either.
"And you work for Camila?"
"I'm her assistant," Emma says, her tone prime and fucking adorable.
Well, then it looks like Camila Gomes just hired me to personally oversee security at events. Because if Emma Cooper will be there, I damn sure will.
Chapter Two
Zayne
"Don'tanswerthat!"Ishout at Ma, hauling ass across the office to grab the phone from the desk before she manages to pick it up. Christ, I gotta make Zion teach me how to forward calls to my cellphone. I know he knows how. He does the shit all the time. Usually, when it's someone I don't want to deal with. Like him or Gideon.
"Don't yell at me, Zayne Matthew Carmichael!"
"Shit. Sorry, Ma."
She pats me on the shoulder and then steps aside, allowing me to snatch the phone up before one of my brothers tries to answer it from their offices.
"Carmichael Security."
The silence on the other end lets me know exactly who I'm speaking with. She never says anything when she hears my voice. I tell myself it's because she's busy thanking God she's talking to me. I have a feeling it's because she's trying to decide if she wants to hang up on me or not.
I like my version better. It sucks less than the reality where my girl has told me to go kick rocks every time we've talked since the day she walked through the doors a few weeks ago.
"Emma," I practically purr.
"How do you not have a receptionist?" she says, exasperation in her voice. "You have a fancy office and five other employees, but you're always the one who answers the phone."
I grin as her complaint rolls over me. Damn right I'm always the one who answers the phone when she calls. I've made it my life mission to be the only one she deals with around here. It's been a fun few weeks. And byfun, I mean if Emma doesn't cave soon, I'm going to take drastic action.
It's been three weeks since she wobbled her way into my life and turned it upside down. In those three weeks, I've asked her out at least sixty times. She's shot me down every damn time.
My dick is in danger of requiring medical intervention at this point. I've made every excuse I can to show up at Camila's office just to see her. If hiding from me was a sport, she'd medal. Half the time, she isn't even there. The other half, she vanishes like fucking Houdini.
I've never failed as epically as I'm failing when it comes to getting a date with her. And the real hell of it is that I know she's attracted to me. Those pretty blue eyes eat me up like she's trying to memorize the sight of me when we do end up in the same room together.
And I know she felt the same thing I did the first day we met. There's no way I was the only one knocked on my ass when we touched.
So why the hell won't she give me a chance?
Zion swears it's because I'm an idiot, and no one wants to date an idiot. Gideon swears it's because I'm a grumpy motherfucker, and no one wants to date a grouch. I think Ma should have swallowed them both. But maybe they're onto something because it's been three weeks, and I'm no closer to getting her to agree than I was the day she wobbled her gorgeous ass into our office.
"Good mornin' to you too, lamb."
Ma turns wide eyes on me.
I turn my back on her. She can harass me with nine thousand questions after I talk to my girl.
