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“It’ll cost you more money.”

“I’ll pay. Just go.”

He changes lanes and crosses into another street. Thankfully, the black car no longer trails us.

I hope I haven’t taken too long but when I get to the office, the nine a.m. meeting is underway. Slowly, I crack open the conference room door. Faces turn toward me. I ignore them and keep my gaze onhim.

He’s not smiling. At all.

I’ve fucked up.

Chapter Six

Chance

I’m listening to my employees debate when she walks in. Silence descends over the meeting. Everyone’s looking at her and my blood starts to boil.

She shouldn’t be coming in with that outfit—a flirty black skirt and a white top that shows off creamy skin. She looks like a meal and the staff, both men and women, stare at her like they want a piece.

“Ramsey,” my voice has their gazes swinging back to me. “Please, go on.”

He clears his throat and resumes speaking.

While decorum is restored to them, my eyes wander. She’s coming around the long conference table, her gaze glued on me. I hold it, giving away nothing. Her brown eyes dim. She probably thinks I’m mad. Should I be?

I’m the opposite though. Just the sight of her fills me up with an energy that pumps through my body, and goes straight to my cock.

Especially given how she looks this morning.

The spot by my left is empty for her and she drops her file and laptop, then comes over to whisper in my ear. I get a whiff of her sweet scent and a peek of cleavage and I’m done for.

She says something about being late, but I can’t respond. My throat is tight. The only thing I want to do right now is take her. Away from this meeting, away from this building, to my home. I want her lying beneath me as I take off all her clothes.

She pulls away and sits down, her eyes down.

Now, I’m mad. With barely any effort, she makes me feel things I shouldn’t. She makes me want things I can’t have.

I curl my fingers around a pen and squeeze. It’s me who offered her a reason to stay. If I didn’t she’d be long gone and I wouldn’t be in this fix.

It’s my fault. And I’m going to fix it the only way I know how.

My gaze slashes to the left and I catch her watching me. She doesn’t look away.

“Mr. Easton?” Ramsey’s voice pulls me back into the meeting.

He’s the head of the marketing department and so far, he hasn’t been able to show me a feasible marketing strategy for the next few months.

“Yes, Ramsey? Do you have something new for me? All I’ve gotten for the past week are rehashed unsuccessful attempts that did nothing but waste the company’s resources.”

“I understand, sir.” Ramsey sits up and pulls at his collar.

It’s cold in here from the AC.

“B-but I have something good. Something better.”

“And that is?”

“What if we don’t attack the campaign with ads but we do a giveaway that will attract more patronage?” He holds his breath, waiting.