Linny waits a beat before she answers. “I have two ideas that I’d be more than happy to expand on with Trent.”
“With Trent?” I sit back in my chair. If she thinks she’s going to bypass me to work on the campaign with Trent, she’s mistaken. I give her credit for maintaining her composure for the past hour, but she won’t be able to keep it together once the hard work starts.
I’ll get her to admit she’s the woman I fucked before the ink is dry on my contract with Faye & Sons.
She looks at Trent. “I saw the contest you ran on your Instagram account when you were in Rio de Janeiro last fall. I suggest doing something similar on the official Rizon Vodka account. A bigger prize, and targeted advertising for a wider reach.”
Rio de Janeiro? What the hell is she talking about?
Trent’s expression says it all. Guilt mixed with embarrassment and something that borders on amusement.
I’m not about to call him out in this meeting, but the smug son-of-a-bitch won’t make it out of this building without confessing what he did in Rio.
“I like the way you think.” He shoots Linny a smile. “Drop those ideas in an email and Jeremy and I will go over them.”
“All we need is your signature on the dotted line, Mr. Weston,” David chimes in. “I’ll have my assistant bring in the contract and we can get started on the campaign first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Linny leads this.” I stand and button my suit jacket. “I’ll work with the rest of your team, but she’s our main point of contact.”
I feel her gaze on me. I don’t turn to look at her because my cock has finally dropped to half-mast. I want out of here so I can breathe and think.
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” David rounds the table. “You’re not going to be disappointed. Our firm will do whatever it takes to make Rizon vanilla vodka a success.”
“Send the contract to my office.” I motion for Trent to stand. “We’re heading back there now.”
“I’ll hand deliver it.” Mitchell pushes back from the table but stays seated. “Linny and I are a team. I’ll be available whenever you need me day or night.”
The only person in this room I want available day and night is silent. I turn toward her. She glides to her feet.
“It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Weston.” Her hand skims the waistband of her skirt. “I look forward to working with you, sir.”
I look forward to fucking you. Again.
I bite back the urge to say that. “I’ll be in touch.”
She nods, parts her lips and lets out a soft breath.
I have no fucking idea how I’m going to keep it together around her, but before the week is over, Linny Faye is going to confirm what I already know.
She’s the woman I took to bed in Vegas and she’s as eager to finish what we started as I am.
Chapter 16
Linny
“I know I’m not who you were expecting, but I hope I’ll do.”
I smile at Jax Walker.
I left my office as soon as the meeting with West and Trent was over. I promised Ivy that I’d drop by her store, Whispers of Grace, to discuss the fall promotional campaign that we’re set to launch next month.
“Ivy isn’t here?” I ask the obvious question.
“Can I tell you a secret?” He leans in closer to me even though the only other person in the store is the assistant manager. She’s in the stock room picking out new items for the bracelet display case.
“I’m an amazing secret keeper,” I say honestly, holding up my right hand as if I’m taking a vow.
“My birthday is next month and my beautiful wife is planning a surprise party.” His lips lift in a grin. “Right now she’s at the bakery down the street ordering the cake. When she gets back, she’ll tell you that she was at the café around the corner grabbing iced coffees for all of us.”