CHAPTER EIGHT
GEMMA
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“Bye, Mommy.”Zoe jumpsup and down at the elevator as Mom tries to get her inside.I swear three-year-olds are a cross between a puppy and one of those bouncy goats.They never keep still, but they are cute as hell.
“Go, go.Before Grandma has to ride the elevator on her own.”I wink at Mom over Zoe’s head.
“Oh no,” Zoe cries and runs into the elevator, hugging Grandma’s legs.“You will be okay, Grandma.I’m here.”
“See you tonight,” Mom says, pushing the button.
“Love you, Zoe.”I blow her a kiss.
“Wuv you, Mommy.”She waves out her hand like a pageant princess.
My daughter is nothing short of dramatic.I’m almost certain she’ll be an actress.
Or a vet.
We shall see.
I was planning to head into the OCP offices today, but when I woke up, I remembered I had a hair appointment, and as most women know, a cut and color take hours.The timing is terrible, but I’m not waiting six weeks to get another appointment, so Drew Carrington can wait until after lunch.
I’m having lunch with Belinda, my sister, and then I’ll grace his presence.
I’m sure he will be thrilled.
I suppose I’d know if I’d read or listened to any of his messages, but I’m not a sadist.
Grabbing my purse and sliding my feet into a pair of navy Michael Kors flats, I check the time on my phone as I close the ranch sliders in the living area, then head down in the elevator.
As I walk through the lobby, I suddenly stop dead.
Leaning against a post is Drew Carrington, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and looking like something out of a mafia movie.Especially with his security guard standing a few feet away.
Good God, Drew is insanely handsome.Despite the gangster vibes—which, let’s face it, are directed at me—he looks ready for a photoshoot.He’s dressed in tailored black pants, designer shoes, and a pin-striped shirt rolled up his forearms, revealing a chunky silver wristwatch and a tattoo.
Oh, my ovaries.
Two women walk past him, flicking their hair, seeking his attention.Unfortunately for themandme, it’s locked directly my way.
I gulp.
Pushing away from the post, Drew stalks towards me while I stay rooted to the floor.
“I thought I would pick you up this morning, Mrs.Ford.It appears you have forgotten how to find my office.”