Sin (Just This Once 3)

I contain a smile. “I should. No one else would

get away with the shit you pull, Blythe.”

“I’ll behave,” she lies.

I laugh. “You won’t. Get back to your desk. My attorney should be out there looking for me by now.”

“Thanks, boss.” She grins. “I know you’ll never admit it, but your heart is made of gold.”

I drop my gaze to the floor.

She knows what to do. She leaves my office, softly shutting the door behind her as I ready myself before I face my attorney and an issue I’ve pushed to the side for far too long.

Chapter 14

Linny

I gaze across the conference table at Trent Morrison. He rushed into the office at three o’clock sharp with his suit jacket in his hand and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

He was muttering something about hating the subway and the asshole that took his car away.

I ignored all of that as I approached him at reception and introduced myself.

Before I could ask him if he needed a few minutes to compose himself, Mitchell appeared and took Trent’s sweaty palm in his own for an overzealous handshake.

As the two men made their way down the long corridor to the conference room, I followed in silence.

I know from experience if Mitchell talks long enough he’s bound to say something offensive.

He did when he introduced Trent as Trent Morris to my dad.

Trent jumped in to correct him with a scowl and an eye roll.

Thankfully, the sight of the large green tea I had delivered for him was enough to bring a smile back to Mr. Morrison’s face.

“We can get started whenever you’re ready, Trent.” My dad taps the palm of his hand on the top of the wooden conference table. “We’ve got some ideas for the launch that we’re looking forward to sharing with you.”

Trent looks at my dad. “I take it you all sampled the product.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Mitchell nodding his head. “Thanks again for that bottle you sent over this morning, Trent. I poured a shot for almost everyone in the office. The consensus is that it’s the best we’ve ever tasted.”

Almost everyone?

The jerk didn’t include me in his pre-meeting drinking party.

“I admit that I’ve been a fan of your traditional vodka for years,” my dad says with a grin. “I’ll be switching to this new one as soon as it hits store shelves.”

Trent turns his attention to me. “What about you, Linny? What did you think of it?”

I feel Mitchell’s gaze burning into me, but I ignore him and focus on Trent. “I wanted to wait for you to arrive before I took my first taste. I’d love if you’d join me in a toast to the future of Rizon.”

“I’m up for that.” He scans the room. “Where’s the bottle?”

I’m already texting a message to Hal, Mitchell’s assistant, asking him to bring the bottle to the conference room along with four shot glasses. His response is instant. He’s on his way.

“It’s arriving at any moment.” I place my phone back on the table. “If we had some caviar to go with it I’d be in heaven. I wish that place on Amsterdam and Seventy-Eighth delivered.”

“Mysa Caviar Bar?” Trent flashes me a wide smile. “You’re a fan too?”