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“Good. Do you want to go out with us this weekend? I’d like you to meet him when his cock isn’t stuffed down my throat. Maybe we’ll all have a little fun. Jordan told me about a new bar geared toward an over-thirty crowd. Let’s check it out.”
I’m not sure I’m up for that, but the truth is that I miss Giselle. I want to spend time with her, and I should get to know her new man.
Smiling at her, I say, “I’d like that.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
DOMINIC
We’re mostly unpacked, and I’m heading into the office today to beg for my job back. I miss being at Daulton Holdings. I miss helping small companies become big ones.
I’m wearing my best suit. It’s a blue pinstripe. I look down at myself. I haven’t worn a suit in so long. I feel more like myself when I wear one.
I get off the elevator and run into LeRond, Carter’s assistant. He screams. “Oh my god, Dominic!” He practically leaps into my arms for a hug. “We’ve missed your sexy ass around here.”
He does a little celebratory dance.
I chuckle. “I’ve missed being here. How are you?”
“Oh, you know, kicking ass and taking numbers. Being Carter’s bitch has its privileges. Are you looking for him?”
“I’m looking for both of them.”
He pinches his lips together. “They’re no doubt together somewhere. They’ve been like dogs in heat lately. They’re not in his office. I’d check in with Sheila before you walk in hers.”
“I always do.”
“Smart man. Good to see you back here, Dom.”
“Thank you.”
I head straight for Reagan’s office. When her assistant Sheila sees me, she breaks out in a huge smile. “Dominic Mazzello? How wonderful to see you.”
I return her smile with one of my own. “It’s good to be seen. I’m excited to be back. Is she in?”
Sheila nods. “Yes, but Carter is in there. Give it about fifteen more minutes before you go in. It’s been an…active month for them.”
I let out a laugh. Some things never change. “I heard Beckett Windsor eventually started. Where is his office?”
Though Beckett was offered the job after I met with him, his daughter had a few issues and he temporarily declined. I had heard he started shortly after I left.
Sheila scrunches her nose. “He’s in…well…he’s in your office.”
I wince. I suppose that makes sense. “Thank you. I’ll be back in a bit.”
I head down to my old office and knock on the door. A deep voice says, “Come in.”
I walk in and he looks up. He gives me a genuine smile as he stands. “Dominic. How fantastic to see you.”
I immediately notice that he has a split lip and a bruised eye. He waves his hand. “Oh, it’s nothing. Tell me, are you back with us?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t spoken to Reagan yet.”
“I have no doubt she’ll bring you back on.”
He motions around the office. “I hoped this was only a loaner, so I didn’t change anything. I’ll happily move to another space.” I look around. It’s the exact same as when I left. Even my bourbon and box of cigars are sitting in the corner. The only additions are two pictures on his desk. One of a little girl I assume is his daughter, and one of a woman I assume was his late wife.
“That was very kind of you. We’ll see what Reagan says.”
