He never leaves me handwritten notes like this. What's going on?
My smile disappears and my pulse picks up as my heart feels like it's trying to kick a hole in my chest. I start growing dizzy with worry, so I take a deep breath to calm myself down, and I walk to George's office.
When I stand in front of his door, it's open, but I give it a quick knock to signal my arrival.
He looks up from his computer. "Natalie, please come in," he says. "We need to talk."
Now, I don't know about you, but for me, those four words raise my anxiety levels by about a thousand. Mark my words; it's never ever a good thing when someone suggests a sit-down conversation with those four words.
I walk in and take a seat.
"I received a letter today," George says. "It came from Nadia Scow, the press officer for Connor D’Avington.”
Now he really has my attention.
Why would Connor have Nadia send George a letter? He's been working with me from the beginning. I'm his point of contact at Gage Price. I'm his PR consultant.
"It's not good," George continues.
Now my pulse is really racing, but I try to keep my cool and just nod my head, urging him to go on. Maybe this is all just a misunderstanding.
"He's instructing the Royal Press Office to terminate his agreement with Gage Price," George says.
"He's what?" I ask, nearly shouting. "Why would he do that? I feel like this is coming out of left field. Did he give a reason?"
"He did," he says, matter of fact.
"And?"
"He says it's because of you."
What? I can hardly believe his words. As soon as he says this, my heart sinks. It seems to travel straight through to the floor.
Looks like Christine was right.
I was such an idiot for being so blind. I let my guard down.
I should've been more careful.
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Connor
I salute the doorman as he holds the door open for me. I spent the morning working out and then I got it in my head to do something nice for Natalie. I went over to the Time Warner Center, which is really close to the New York Athletic Club where I train, and bought some nice sexy lingerie for Natalie from La Perla.
Who am I kidding, right?
She's going to put this shit on, and I give it all of maybe 30 seconds for it to stay on.
Sure, if I let her, Natalie can gyrate around for me a little bit. Look all sexy as fuck as she could maybe back that nice ass of hers against me, into my cock.
Fuck, just thinking about her in this thong is getting me hard as I get into the elevator.
I wonder if she's coming straight to my place or if we're meeting for dinner?
One thing is for fucking sure, love, and I know it in my fucking bones. I think I'm in love with this girl.
But yeah, I haven't told her anything yet.