Page 48 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)
Chapter Forty-Eight
JAMES
I ’m currently working on the latest merger—we handle so many, I lose track of them—when my phone rings on the desk. Absentmindedly connecting the call, I say, “Smith.”
“James,” a voice purrs. “I’m so glad I caught you.”
“I’ve already blocked three numbers that you’ve tried contacting me on, plus the shit you keep sending to my office,” I growl into the phone, my tone laced with a silent threat. “This is getting to be harassment now, and I’m not interested.”
A door pushes open, and the sound echoes. “Oh, do keep your hair on, James. I thought you’d like the flowers and watches I’ve sent you? To be fair, the flowers were probably a bit too much,” she muses. She shakes her head as she continues, “Anyway, I’m just here to talk.”
Wearing a tight black pencil skirt and white shirt, Tanya walks in.
Is that her name? I can’t remember. Her red hair is perfectly straight, landing just above her breasts.
The makeup on her face can only be described as being applied with a trowel—there’s so fucking much of it.
Why I even went there in the first place, I’ll never know.
I must’ve been desperate. Her psychotic behavior isn’t exactly endearing either. No means no in any language.
I push away from my desk, standing up abruptly, wondering what the hell she’s doing here. “Too much? You’re crazy if you think any of that would have had me coming back for more. You weren’t great the first time,” I snap.
I round the desk and cross the room, asking, “Where’s Rebecca?” but this woman stands in front of me, stopping me. I glance down at her hand on my chest and back up at her. “I suggest you get your fucking hand off me.”
She pats my chest, laughing. “Rebecca popped out quickly. Something about a family emergency?” She smiles, but her eyes are filled with malicious intent.
“Out now.” I gesture toward the door. “I don’t want to see you here again.”
Without warning, she closes the distance between us and kisses me. I grip her waist to push her away from me, and she tumbles backwards. Once she composes herself, she swipes a thumb at the corner of her lip, wiping her red lipstick.
I use my hand to wipe her off me, disgusted by her actions. The only woman’s lips I want on me are Raven’s. “Get the fuck out now,” I bellow, losing my patience.
Tara’s eyes fill with rage as she sneers, “Why? So you can get back to that whore who’s been living with you?”
“My private life is none of your god damn business,” I snap. “Don’t make me repeat myself again. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
She smirks. “Gladly. See you soon.” She winks before walking out of the office .
I immediately call down to security and have her added to the list of crazy people banned from entering the building. What I want to know is how she got in here and where the hell Rebecca is.
Stomping out to her desk, I see her sitting, typing. “Wanna explain to me why I just had some crazy bitch in my office?” I shout.
She glances up at me before pointing a finger at me, her eyes narrowed.
“First off, I’m your PA, not your security.
” She looks me up and down. “Second of all, it’s your own fault for not being able to keep it in your pants.
And thirdly, ever talk to me like that again and I’ll change your schedule for a month. ”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I growl.
“Try. Me.”
I huff out a breath before storming back into my office. I may get angry from time to time, but Rebecca’s not someone I’d cross unless I absolutely had to, and even then, I think I’d take my chances with the other option.
Can this day get any worse?