Only with You (The Best Mistake 1)

Grayson Wyatt was smiling. Sophie’s world tilted just slightly.

I must really need to get laid, she thought. All it took was some dark lights and a pathetic excuse for a smile and she was ready to hump the one man on earth who could barely stand her company. Definitely time to get out of there.

“Well, okay, then, I’ll take off, if you’re sure you’re okay with me ditching you,” she said flippantly. “You know me, any chance to put off work sounds great.”

His smile faded, and the gray eyes turned back to dull slate. “I’ll see you on Monday, then,” he said.

“Monday,” she agreed with a forced smile.

Sophie quietly gathered up her gym bag and took one glance back at Gray, who was staring out the window. She ached to go to him.

Instead, she walked away.

CHAPTER TEN

To say that Gray’s life had been disorderly for the past couple of months was an understatement. His once-calm routine had been turned upside down, and no matter how carefully he planned his days, fate continued to throw him one curveball after another.

And he knew exactly when the turn from comfortable to chaos had occurred.

Right about the time he’d encountered a certain blonde firework in an elevator. He no longer thought it was coincidence. Fate had apparently delivered Sophie as some sort of trial, and the woman was turning out to be absolute hell on his nerves.

She’d become both invaluable and intolerable as an assistant. She anticipated his every need before he asked. Her cheerful social skills on the phone easily smoothed over any feathers he inadvertently ruffled by his lack of inane social niceties. And she’d apparently read Martin’s secretary’s notes cover to cover, because in addition to her intuition about every single business deal, she now knew staff birthdays and the names of potential clients’ children and had memorized the menus of every business caterer in Seattle.

But as much as he relied on her, most of the time her presence soured his mood. Sophie was just too much. Too much energy, too many smiles, too Goddamn infuriating.

As if all that weren’t enough, he had yet another frustrating woman to reckon with.

Jenna was due at the Seattle airport in an hour, and Gray hadn’t a clue how he was going to pick up his little sister and manage his meeting with the Blackwells. Hell, he didn’t even know how he’d double booked himself in the first place, other than that he’d avoided giving Sophie access to his calendar after she’d begun booking thirty-minute “mental breaks” into his work schedule.

“Sophie!” he barked.

She threw him an arch look through the glass and took her precious time strutting into his office. She was wearing some sort of dress that looked like cotton candy and her shoes had bows on them. Bows.

“Why are you yelling?” she asked.

“I don’t yell.”

“Your voice was raised.”

“I had to raise my voice to get your attention,” he ground out.

“You’ve never raised your voice before to get my attention when I’m at my desk. I can hear you just fine with your normal voice-of-doom volume.”

“Sophie.”

“Gray.”

“You are possibly the most annoying assistant ever. I should fire you.”

Her blue eyes narrowed as if daring him to try. “Did you call me in here just because you’re cranky?” she asked.

Her impertinence should have rankled him, but instead he felt the odd urge to smile. But smiling would only encourage her, so he scowled instead.

“I need a town car.”

“Has Seattle driving become too much for you?” She studied her fingernails.

“It’s not for me. I need it sent to the airport to pick up my sister.”