His lips parted, as if he were about to say something else, but he stepped back.
“I need to look into every single building I own—residential and commercial—over the next six weeks, and I’d like you to join me so you can use this in your upcoming press kits for me,” he said. “I’ll pick you up every morning at seven.”
“Okay.”
“Good.” He headed to my door, but not before stopping at my open closet and tugging at one of the hangers.
“Oh and Chloe?” He looked over his shoulder at me.
“Yes?”
“This—” he said, pulling out the hanger. “Is a fucking pantsuit. Let me know if I need to buy you more of these…”
—
Two Weeks Later
THE CEO
DANTE
Chloe wearing pantsuits was supposed to solve a problem, not make her even sexier and turn every workday into an unbearable exercise in suffering for me.
It was bad enough that her sarcasm matched mine almost perfectly, and I actually enjoyed her being around me all day. But worse was that we were only a couple weeks into our deal, and I was already dreading it coming to an end.
I barely know this woman.I sighed. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
“I can make you a list.” She smiled from my front seat. “If you’re willing to change some things, it might help you with The Holden even more.”
“I’ll pass, thank you.” I stepped out and opened her car door. “Until tomorrow.”
“Well, wait,” she said, looking around. “The jackhammering has been pretty unbearable this week. Do you mind if I grab a few things and you take me to The Four Seasons tonight?”
“Of course not.”
“I’m bringing some company along, if that’s okay.”
“As long as you’re referring to your friend Marie…”
“It’s a new guy in the building I like.”
“Then you no longer have access to my hotel suite.”
“I was kidding.”
“I know.”
She laughed and stepped onto the sidewalk.
“We’ll be down in fifteen minutes.”
“Noted.” I watched her walk up the steps and mentally weighed the pros and cons of firing her after her first full month.
Or maybe extending her deal for another two years…
As I was considering my options, my security director’s number flashed across my screen for a video call.
“Yes, Jameson?” I answered.