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They pulled up outside her Surry Hills office and Hassan opened her door and helped her with her bags and the flowers. “Pleasure to drive you,” he said.
She stepped out in the building heat of the morning, her heels clacking on the pavement. Make that coffee, her inbox, a pair of shoes that wasn’t going to remind her of sex with Haydn Delany or massacre her feet and getting on with the regular day.
By tomorrow her night with the Hollywood star would be exactly what she’d h
oped it might be, something like a dream that had been real.
It should’ve been easy. She kept spare shoes in the office after all.
But she didn’t factor for a best friend who was completely mobile as a social media manager and who she’d left hanging.
“Evie is in your office.” Sophie said, when Teela made it inside the very quiet Carpenter Conference Management. Her other four conference managers had a well-earned day off. “I tried to stop her going in there and I told her I didn’t know when you’d be in, and that we needed time together first, so I can hear about the dinner with His Sexiness, but Evie is not a good listener, is she?”
Teela handed the flowers over. “You’re an assistant, not a miracle worker. Would you find something to put these in, please?”
“Ah, these are lovely. So nice of Lynda,” Sophie said, taking a big sniff of the bouquet.
This was one of those moments where you could come clean, confess that it wasn’t your client who gave you flowers, that you spent the night with His Sexiness and they were from him. And what did it matter that they were probably the same kind of bouquet he gave all his one-night conquests.
Or not.
Definitely not. “I’ll go manage Evie,” she said, dodging Sophie’s expectant tell-all expression.
Evie was sitting behind Teela’s desk, posting to her Instagram feed. “You’re alive then. I don’t need to call the authorities. Have sexy cock Delany held by customs and immigration. Spill all,” she said, not looking up. “Please tell me he has an exceptional dick.”
Teela dumped her bags on the couch. “Since it’s Friday, we could get takeaway and hang out tonight and I could tell you everything then. Especially since this is the part of Friday where I have to work.”
“Don’t be a bitch.” Evie waved her phone. “I’ve been working while I waited for you. And I only need the basics. We can do the excruciatingly intimate detail over Vietnamese at your place tonight.” She took her feet off Teela’s desk. “That’s settled then. I come in at the part where you might be dead of sex and not to mourn you.” She waved a hand. “Take it from there. Include the new look. The shoes are come-fuck-me hot.”
Teela smoothed her hands down the skirt of the dress. It was a self-conscious move and Evie picked up on it. “That’s for later.”
“That’s pretty damn basic storyline if he dressed you.”
Evie could take a suspicion and make it an event people would pay to attend. Outside, Sophie was back at her desk and the flowers had been split into three vases. Teela closed her office door and sat in the visitors’ chair.
“After we talked, I was rear-ended.” She waved a hand at Evie’s expression of concern. I’m fine. Car had to be towed. It was pelting down, water running ankle deep, and I couldn’t find a taxi and none of the ride shares had cars available I wouldn’t have to sell a kidney to hire. I was this washed-out lump and somehow he sees me clumping up the street and pulls over in his big dry limo.”
“Big dry sexy limo.”
“Big sexy eye-contact voodoo happens in the back seat of the big sexy dry limo.”
Evie slapped the desk. “Get it, girl.”
Teela grinned. It wasn’t often that phrase could be slung at her in a raunchy context. “He offered me a dry towel.”
“That’s a,” Evie paused to recalibrate, “different line.”
“I really needed a towel. We had to go to his hotel room to get one.”
Evie waggled her eyebrows. “Come up and see my fluffy towels.”
It was certainly a unique pick-up line. “It worked. It was the way he said it. And once I got to his whopping big suite, I had a shower and then he bought me this dress and these shoes and then he fed me and then we did it.”
“Is whopping big suite a euphemism for cock?”
Teela shook her head. She didn’t need to be talking about Haydn Delany’s cock in her office. “Evie, can we do this tonight?
“Yes, for all the gory detail, but now we still have basics to cover. Who was on top?”
