Executive Engagement

“It started with his sister today. She gets up in my face about Will, being all fucking catty about it too. So, I wasn’t fucking happy. Then I get in, and he’s not here. So, I decide to do some snooping. Well, I’m not going into the details—but Google knows a lot about Will. There’s so much smut under his name I’m surprised it doesn’t sync data with the local garbage collectors.”

Bea gives a chuckle and a nod. “But you love him anyway.”

At least, I’m breathing more easily now. I’m still fucking mad, but I’m starting to think clearly.

“Probably,” I sigh. “But he’s a dick, and he’s gone. C’est la fucking vie.”

It’s a real fucking shame that with the thoughts come feelings.

Will’s blue eyes getting dark and stormy. That split second of hurt I saw across his face. Those sweet dark eyelashes against his pale cheeks as he sleeps.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I mutter, not even realizing I’m still on call with Bea.

“Sounds like you do, babe.”

Suddenly, a buzzing noise fills my apartment. Someone’s ringing me at the gate, wanting to be buzzed up.

Bea and I say our goodbyes as I head for the door. Will doesn’t always use the buzzer. He gets into most buildings just by being Will Ambrose, and he’s been here before so the desk probably wouldn’t care.

Intellect and emotion rarely meet in the middle. All these good reasons still add up to my heart whispering at me.

It’s Will, come to declare his love.

Fuck off. As if.

“Hello?” I push the button.

“I have a Mr. Paxton here for you, ma’am. He says he would like to talk business with you. He is your associate?”

I think for a second. This is a bit weird.

It’s getting late. I’ve never had a client visit me at home before. But, then again, I’ve never been CEO of a big company before.

I increased Paxton’s profits significantly in the last few days. Maybe he wants to make new investments. Really, he shouldn’t be calling on me personally.

I know that. I also know the rules at the top are not everyone’s rules.

Rich, busy people do things that they shouldn’t because they know that they can.

I know how to deal with Paxton. And I want to deal with anything other than my fucking feelings for Will right now.

This can only work in my favor.

Besides, it’ll be nice to rub Will’s nose in it after I add investments and increase profit.

If he ever talks to me again after all of this, I guess.

I click the button.

“Let Mr. Paxton up, please.”

14

William

I smoke it out to the country club as fast as I can. As I roll up to my private area, I see a couple of caddies get up and come running, even at this time of night.

There’s some kind of function going on in the main rooms, and I know they keep the place fully staffed for rich pricks just like me.