Room 452

He places his hands on my desk and leans forward. “Perfect because I need you on a sales call tomorrow.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “What for?”

“Trust me.” He says.

“That’s the last thing I’d ever do.” I snap back.

He lets out an annoyed sigh. “It’s the McCormick account.”

Fuck. Even though that account wasn’t in my previous division, I know they are one that we’ve been trying to snag for the past three years. I blow out a breath. “Fine.” I pause. “But whatever it is you have planned better work. We need to beat last quarter’s sales.”

The last part catches his attention, and I already regret the words. He smirks at me. “Oh yeah? I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a little record breaking, but it seems like there is a deal involved. A deal I wasn’t involved with.”

I close my eyes to gather my thoughts for a moment. “Don’t you worry

about it. You get paid on commission. More sales equals more pay.”

He shakes his head and sits on the side of my desk. “No way. I need to know what you’re getting out of this.”

I stare up at him. “Nothing. I just won’t have to deal with you anymore.”

His smile grows. “All I’m hearing is that I should tank the sales this quarter.”

I clench my jaw. “Sawyer, you bastard! You are going to fucking get out there and put on your stupid sexy smile and fucking charm your way into your best sales quarter to date or so help me God!”

“You think my smile is sexy?” He asks as he gives me an even sexier smile.

I roll my eyes. “Let’s just say you aren’t making sales from your vast knowledge of our products.”

He fakes offense. “Blake, are you saying I use sex to make sales?”

I smile back. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying. How does it feel to always get everything you want?”

He runs his eyes down me. “I’ll let you know once I get it.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh. “I’d love to see you deal with an actual real problem.”

His jaw ticks a little, and he doesn’t smile back. “Don’t be late tomorrow. I’d hate to see you lose this sale.”

Then he turns and walks away. This is the second time he’s done this, leaving me feeling like I’m some kind of bitch. Now I feel kind of bad. Maybe he did go through something difficult.

No. Stop. I don’t care about that asshole. He brings it on himself. This is just another one of his games. I can’t let him get to me. I just have to get through these next three months.

Chapter 5

My alarm goes off thirty minutes earlier than usual. I wanted to make sure I had enough time to get ready since we are meeting at McCormicks today. After I finish putting my hair up, I take a quick glance in my full length mirror. There. Perfect. I think I look very professional.

I grab my phone off my nightstand and see a text.

Fuckface: Meet at McCormicks at nine. Bring your A-game. I’d hate to see you screw this up.

I cringe and make a mocking face at the phone. “Bring your A-game.” I say back into the empty room in a whiny baby voice. “Fuck off.”

Me: Well it can’t get any worse than whatever method you’ve been trying for the past year. Maybe you should stay away from this sale. They don’t seem interested in you.

I smile satisfied with myself as I grab my bag and head out to my car. My phone dings again as I get in.

FuckFace: Don’t worry. Now that you’ll be there I have a new method.