I huffed out a laugh. If the stockings fit.
Her eyes narrowed. “We’re your party planning company.” She concentrated on Parker’s face, her demeanor as professional as possible while dressed like an elf who belonged in Santa’s Fuckshop, a porn parody. “I’ve been working with Jordan on the plans for today’s party.”
Parker glanced at me.
I shrugged. I vaguely remember picking a company from the list my executive assistant gave me. The initial email to hire always went better if it was from me. Less haggling as well.
One thing my old man had taught me that had actually been worth remembering.
I pulled out my phone.
Parker crossed the room and unhooked his suit coat from the back of his chair. “Like he’ll hear his phone at the party.”
“He always answers my texts.”
Jordan might have been a pain in the ass most of the time, but he was a damn good assistant. And I was tired of dealing with the kind of female executive assistants I had previously employed. The first two had worn see-through blouses on the first week, for fuck’s sake.
The third—a battle-ax with steel wool for hair—had tried to keep me regimented on a schedule that I’d never be able to survive. Then I’d found Jordan. He knew what to do before I asked him, didn’t give two fucks if I wore an Armani suit or jeans, and only gave me enough shit to make things interesting.
Oh, and he always answered my texts. No matter what time I sent one.
“I tried texting first,” Hot Elf said.
I glanced up from my phone to the woman who’d left me with a serious case of blue balls for the better part of a day. “You’re not me.”
“Very helpful,” Parker said out of the side of his mouth.
I shrugged. “If I go down to that party, I’ll be waving and leaving on my way out.”
Parker gave a long-suffering sigh. “Let me see if I can find him.”
“I’ll go with him.” The woman behind her piped up.
“No,” Hot Elf said quickly.
Parker held up a hand. “No, you both can stay here. I’ll be faster on my own.”
“But…” Hot Elf’s eyes widened.
Assistant Candy Cane came forward. “I’m going.” She swallowed and if she were a guy, I’d say she’d just nutted up. What was the female equivalent? Tits up? No, that probably wasn’t right. Hmm.
“It’s very important. And perhaps we can get things solved while we’re downstairs.”
Parker frowned, but didn’t ask any further questions. Very much my brother. If it didn’t have to do with his department, he really didn’t want to know.
“Lincoln seems unprofessional, but I can assure you he’s generally quite helpful, Miss—I’m sorr
y, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Miss Kane.”
Of course, it was. I tipped my head back. The name was far too coincidental not to mean she was the proprietress in some way.
Parker cleared his throat. “Right. Miss Kane. I’ll be right back.”
“Mr. Murdock, I really—” Hot Elf, err…Miss Kane sighed as my brother and her assistant hustled off.
“Sorry about that.” I backed up. “Come on in. I won’t bite.” I grinned. “Today anyway.”