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“My bad bro.” Vincent smiled. “Seb was just telling us about the rekindling of his long-lost love.”
“Delilah’s back in town?” Dominic asked, lifting his brow in my direction.
The others hollered, and Leonardo grinned, “The fact that we didn’t need to mention a name says a lot, Seb.”
As they continued to tease me, my thoughts had already drifted from their conversation about the ponytailed girl they remembered to the captivating woman I’d see tomorrow in my office, and the hours couldn’t go by fast enough.
Chapter 4 - Delilah
Working for Sebastien wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was worse!
On the first day, I was having a great conversation with Daniel when he appeared out of nowhere and embarrassed me! I couldn’t bear to face Daniel after what Sebastien did, and I’ve been ducking him ever since.
And what made things totally unbearable was that he gave me an office right next to his, no doubt to barge in and micromanage every single thing I did because that’s what he had been doing for the past five days! He was driving me crazy! I contemplated quitting at least a hundred times a day.
At first, I thought he had obsession compulsive disorder, but after having to redo those damn décor themes a thousand times, I knew his behavior had nothing to do with OCD. Sebastien was just a control freak! And based on how his employees acted around him, nobody probably had told this man no a day in his adult life.
Every suggestion I made, he overrode, forcing me to go back to the drawing board again and again. After a while, I stopped fighting it. Whatever he said, I went right along with it. I’d be out of here in three weeks and forty thousand dollars richer. After this event was over, I decided I'd cut ties with Sebastien. As much as I needed the money, there was no way in hell I’d sacrifice my sanity and continue working for a man like him.
By closing time on Friday afternoon, I was mentally exhausted and looking forward to the two days I didn’t have to see or hear Sebastien. All I wanted to do was curl up in front of agood book and eat some rocky road ice cream straight out of the tub.
Are you sure you could go two days without seeing the man who makes your heart flutter every time he walks into the room?
Like, what was that about? It’s not like I’d never seen a good-looking man before, but every time Sebastien got close to me, my mouth went dry and I had to think twice as hard so I wouldn’t fumble over my words and sound like a bumbling idiot.
Sighing heavily, I grabbed a few files for the weekend and slung my handbag over my shoulder. As I opened my office door, there he stood, the devil himself, looking like a freaking demigod, his tattoos snaking along his arms until they hid under the short sleeves of his shirt. Who on earth looked this good after an exhausting day at the office?
“Ms. Malone, there are a few things we still need to work on before you leave today,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone as he stepped past me and entered the office.
I stood there with the doorknob in my hand, stunned. Did this man just barge into my office asking me to work after hours on a Friday?
Oh hell no!
Spinning on my heel, I turned to face Sebastien, who was leaning casually on my desk. I couldn’t hide the storm that was brewing in my eyes, nor did I want to.
“Mr. Quantum. It is five p.m. That’s when I leave for the day,” I reminded him.
“Ms. Malone, if I’m not mistaken, I hired you to do a job for me, one which must be perfect. And one week has already gone by, and you seem to be behind schedule.”
Yeah, because you keep breathing down my neck.
My voice came out flat as I spoke. “Mr. Quantum, this is not my first rodeo, I know what I’m doing. After all, you did hire me,the event planner,right? If you had the skills to do it yourself, you would’ve.”
For Christ's sake, let me do my damn job.
His lips pressed into a thin line. “Be that as it may, there are still a few things I’d like to discuss.”
“And they can’t wait till Monday?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“No. If they can be done today, we should do them.”
Knowing that there was no way I was getting out of this, I stalked to my desk and dropped my things. My voice was controlled, barely. “Fine. What are thesethingsthat can’t wait till Monday?”
Did this man ever think about anyone else besides himself?
I’m sure there’s at least one person on that list: Lucy.
After he mentioned her name in his office that day, I couldn’t help but google Sebastien online. Of course, once you googled one Quantum brother, they all appeared. The Quantum men were as handsome as they came, and the women on their arms in the tabloids had long legs, slim waists and flawless skin. I scanned the names of the women to see if I ran across anyone named Lucy, but nothing popped up.