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“We shouldn’t have done that. That was crazy. We should never do that again.”
Derrick wanted to argue with her that it was amazing, and she had actually been the one to pull him back in, twice, but he decided that was not going to do him any favors.
“You are in charge, Taylor. Remember? You make the calls for you. You are in charge.”
Taylor looked away and nodded at the ground.
“Todd and Charlie are coming up, they want to go over the Preston needs list with you.”
Taylor looked sick at that information.
“If you want, you can go to the bathroom, or upstairs, and I can stall them to give you a minute.”
Taylor took in what he said, glanced up the stairs, and then looked toward the entryway again.
“You are in charge, Taylor. You’re going to do this your way, remember?”
Taylor looked at him and started nodding. She set her shoulders back, and her features transformed from terrified to confident.
“No, I don’t need to pull myself together,” she told Derrick. “I’m hungry. They can talk to me in the kitchen while I eat.” With that, Taylor stalked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out food at random as if she had done it a million times before.
The door buzzed. Taylor made no motion to move away from her food.
“Well, I guess I will just go get that,” Derrick commented and walked to the entryway.
He opened the door. The two men before him looked like crap.
“Rough night?” Derrick asked sweetly.
“Where is she?” Todd asked gruffly.
Derrick raised his brows and motioned them down the corridor toward the kitchen.
Derrick followed them down the hall, eager to see what would transpire. When they arrived in the kitchen, Taylor was happily enjoying a large sandwich.
“Well, boys, what have you got to show me?” Taylor questioned and then went on the attack of her sub.
Chapter Six
Taylor almost laughedout loud at the way Charlie and Todd took her in, but who could blame them. They really didn’t know what to expect with her, and quite frankly she wasn’t sure herself. But when Derrick had reminded her she was in charge and that she could do it her way, Taylor realized her way was not going to be nervous and scared and paralyzed by the fear. She was in charge, and she was in control, so she needed to act like it and it would all come together.
Charlie brought forward a folder, “This one is the top priority, Taylor. This is a penthouse suite in our Miami Hotel.” He opened the folder and showed her a picture of a hotel room.
Taylor nearly choked on her sub. “I’ll say it’s a priority,” she said with her mouth full. “Look at the décor! That is hideous!”
Charlie and Todd took her in as if she were insane.
“This looks like the suite inPretty Woman.”
They continue to look at her in utter confusion.
Taylor became incensed. “It’s outdated!”
Both men then looked at her, exasperated. “Taylor, we can handle décor later, right now we need to—”
“Need to what? This corporation was founded by hotels, and we have one of the biggest hotels we own looking like this? In a suite? This is totally unacceptable.”
“It’s not a priority,” Todd says in a tone that expressed finality.