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“Oh no.” She waved her hand and shook her head. “I meant the opportunity. The interview. Nothing else.”
Trey flattened his lips, holding back his smile. He was enjoying this too much. It wasn’t often he indulged in anything, but Dahlia was proving to be his Achilles heel. And he wasn’t quite ready for it to end.
Trey stepped out of the room, closed the door, and started down the hall, smirking. A plan had formulated in his head. One he couldn’t resist.
Chapter Three
Dahlia drew in a deep breath, finally able to settle since Trey had walked out and closed the door behind him. That was not the impression she was going for. After all the time she’d waited to get the interview, this was the worst-case scenario.
Why does he have to be so damn hot? Dahlia sunk in her chair, driving her hand through her hair. This unrelenting, juvenile crush was sabotaging her future. Trey was a bit of a mindfuck. He proved to be the only man on the planet capable of rocking her. True, she wasn’t exactly comfortable in every man’s presence. Still, there was something about Trey that had her reverting to an insecure, blubbering moron who couldn’t form an intelligent sentence and blushing at immediate contact. This is not me!
But maybe it wasn’t just her. It was possible all women would become inept and stuttering nonsense in his presence. Trey had an aura about him. It was commanding, dominant, and impossible to ignore. The way he spoke, how he looked and carried himself. Nothing but perfection from this man. Those facts alone confirmed he was beyond out of her league. Still, she looked, stared, blushed, and stuttered because how could she not? Crushes are the fucking worst! Especially at twenty-seven.
Dahlia pulled out her phone, needing a distraction. Thank God for funny memes, silly quizzes, and social media drama where she knew none of the players but was totally invested in the outcome and resolution.
True to her word, Sloane rushed in fifteen minutes later, apologizing profusely.
“I’m so sorry, Dahlia.” Sloane was half-soaked herself as she tossed her bag and folded umbrella on the floor next to her desk. She swept her damp bangs across her forehead and spun around. Her smile faltered when she glanced down at Dahlia. She cupped her mouth and widened her eyes. “You’re drenched!”
She was, which was not Sloane’s fault, and she wouldn’t allow her friend to have any guilt.
Dahlia laughed. “Sloane, it’s fine. I’ll dry. But if you feel that bad, you can just give me the job, and we can go out for a drink to celebrate.”
Sloane grinned. “Oh, you got the job, but I still have to formally conduct the interview.”
Perfect.
“Uh, just one thing, and I hope you don’t get in trouble. When I was waiting in the lobby, Trey came in with another man.” Dahlia paused, wondering how much she should share about the aggressive interaction with Rod.
“Trey put you in my office?”
“Yeah, and he asked how I got in the building. I didn’t want to lie because people usually don’t hire liars, so I told him you gave me the code. Is that okay?”
Sloane arched her brow. “Of course, I’d never expect you to lie for me or anyone else. That’s Trey and Rogue’s private entrance to their offices upstairs, but he can’t be upset knowing the weather.”
Couldn’t he? Trey didn’t seem exactly thrilled to see her. Then again, he’d never shown any emotion in their few interactions.
“I just didn’t want to get you in trouble for giving me the code.”
Sloane snickered. “Trey is always annoyed with me for one reason or another. It’s not an issue, so don’t worry, okay?”
“Okay.”
Sloane reached into her desk drawer, pulling out a stack of papers. “I have a bunch of forms you have to sign and an interview evaluation. Just a formality, though. I have to dot all my ‘i’s and cross my ‘t’s.”
Dahlia’s lips twitched, watching Sloane at her desk. For all her quirks and oddities, Sloane was one of her favorite people.
Dahlia had just finished filling out all the forms when she heard a knock on the door.
Aaron walked in, sharing a look with Sloane. “Got a minute?”
Sloane shifted her gaze to Dahlia. “Not really. Dahlia has waited patiently enough for her interview, and I don’t want to take any more of her time.”
Dahlia inched up on her seat. “Sloane, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. I should’ve left earlier, anticipated the traffic considering the weather.” Sloane nodded, making her intention clear. Aaron would have to wait. Dahlia came first. It was a respectful gesture and one Dahlia appreciated. She wouldn’t argue with Sloane, who seemed set in her ways.
Aaron cleared his throat. “Actually, it’s in regards to the interview.”
