Page 62 of Savage Suit

Chapter Fifteen

“How do I look?” I asked Quinn, spinning around to let her examine the outfit I had chosen for my first day at KMG.

Prior to Ian inviting me out yesterday, I had spent my time tearing my closet apart searching for the perfect outfit to wear on my first day. I had gone back and forth between plain conservative pantsuits, colorful fabrics and various patterns, pencil skirts, and dresses that hugged and highlighted my curves.

Noah liking my ensemble had constantly run through my mind as I searched my closet. Not in the professional sense, but so he’d want to fuck my brains out. Difficult to do when picking clothes for the workplace.

Ultimately, I chose a black and white plaid skirt and a black silk button-up, paired with small silver hoops, 3-inch black and white pumps, and a large black leather purse able to hold everything I needed. Not in the mood to tussle with my hair, I fashioned the front half into a ponytail, while the back part remained untethered.

Quinn yawned and gave me a thumbs up, sipping the coffee I supplied her. At my urging, she had gotten up at 7:30 AM to make it to my apartment and judge my outfit. While I could’ve sent her pictures via text, she didn’t awaken until the afternoon, so asking for her opinion would’ve been pointless. Even a scheduled text would’ve been ignored.

“You look good, Ry,” she said around another yawn. “You’ll be the finest suit there, guaranteed.”

I cocked a brow and tasted my coffee. “I’m not in a suit, Quinn.”

She waved me off. “You get what I mean. By the way, is it fine if I nap here when you leave? Logan’s girlfriend is still at the apartment, and they kept me up all night with their fucking. It was disgusting.”

“Uh, unnecessary information,” I answered, nearly gagging at her words. They were grown and dating, but I didn’t want to imagine my siblings doing the nasty.

“At least you didn’t have to hear it. The damn hypocrite would’ve had a fit if the roles were reversed.”

“You can nap here.” I ignored her comment. “But if anything’s missing, it’ll be your ass,” I warned, thinking back to the times when my belongings mysteriously disappeared after Quinn had unsupervised access to them. While said items always popped back up after a while, I didn’t appreciate Quinn swiping my stuff at her whims.

“I never steal. I’m too pure for that,” she muttered, shoving pillows and drugstore bags aside and laying back on my couch. Items spilled onto the floor.

“Girl, watch it!” I exclaimed, hurrying to collect the fallen things, and bringing them to my tiny dining table. “If you break anything while I’m gone, you’re replacing it.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she said sleepily.

“Also, my lock’s been acting weird, so double-check that the door’s secure when I leave. This isn’t a neighborhood where you can sleep with the doors unlocked,” I said, realizing she had yet to find my key.

“Got it,” she answered, sitting up and gulping down the rest of her coffee. Standing, she brought her cup to my kitchen sink, then walked over and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder as she did when we were kids. “Good luck on your first day.Make me proud, sis.”

I hugged her back, smiling at her words and gesture. “I’ll do my best, Quinn.”

“Here you are,” Mrs. Mikes said as she escorted me to Noah’s office, lightly tapping on his door before turning on her heels and disappearing down the hallway.

I breathed a sigh of relief she hadn’t lingered. Maybe I was just petty, but since I read the exposé, I wasn’t too thrilled with Mrs. Mikes. While we didn’t know each other prior to my interview, as a woman, I would’ve expected her to be against a scheme that held other women back in their careers, instead of being complicit. Or, maybe, complacent.

Either way, she had shitty behavior.

“Come in.” Noah’s distinct, sexy grumble filled me with desire.

Mentally, I kicked myself. The fucking hypocritical asshole! He’d seemed more than a little jealous over my date with Ian, throwing a fit on the sly by being unnecessarily rude to him.

Hours later, I still couldn’t believe how Noah had addressed my date.Bartender Ian?

Oh, the fucking shade.

His date with another woman removed any possessiveness I might’ve allowed him.

At his go-ahead, I opened the door and at once noted the beautiful woman seated in front of his desk. My executive’s bag holding the MacBook and all the files suddenly too heavy for my shoulders, I paused.

Her blonde beach waves and fair skin tone glowed despite the staid navy skirt suit that revealed her long legs.

“Ms. Hagen, meet Ms. Megan Buford,” Noah said, nodding his head toward the woman. “She will oversee your press conference scheduled for this afternoon.”

Shit, I’d forgotten about that.