I shake off the thought of what it would be like to take her from behind and instead focus on what she just said as I follow her into the car. “You have plans?”
In no realm within the business world is it appropriate for me to ask that. It’s the same reason why I haven’t drilled her on whether or not she has a boyfriend.
I’m her boss, and there are limits to what I can inquire about.
Her gaze skims my face. “That’s right. I have plans.”
That tells me nothing.
I turn my attention to the window and watch the countless people rushing by on the sidewalk in pursuit of another day at work.
“I appreciate the ride to work, Sean,” she says softly.
I look at her only to find her staring at me. “It’s my pleasure, Champ.”
That coaxes a soft smile to her lips. “I’m excited to prove to you what I’m capable of. I know I’ll be a great asset to Wells.”
I cock a brow. “You already landed the job. Save that enthusiasm for your first campaign. You’re about to discover that I’m not easy to impress.”
Her smile doesn’t falter. In fact, it widens even more. “There’s a lot more to me than meets the eye. I’m confident you’ll be more than satisfied with what I bring to the table.”
With that, she turns her attention to the window next to her as Jurgen steers the car into the morning traffic of Manhattan.
There is something so fucking irresistible about a confident woman. Add a drop-dead gorgeous face, a body made for sin, and an ability to spar effortlessly with me.
Calliope Morrow is a goddamn force of nature, and the fact that she may be going out with some undeserving fool tonight is the only thing I can think about.
* * *
“It lookslike you’re doing some actual work today.” My brother’s voice breaks through the fog of my thoughts as he wanders into my office through the open doorway.
“Back up and shut the damn door,” I say in response. “Then knock so I can tell you to get lost.”
Declan sits his ass in one of the chairs that face my desk. “We need to go over the new distribution deal.”
We both know that we don’t need to handle that alone.
We employ people who are highly skilled at negotiating contracts that will land our products in more stores worldwide.
The fact is that neither of us is willing to give up that level of control.
We began this as a two-person endeavor, and we’re still committed to that regardless of how many lawyers or brilliant business minds we’ve hired.
My brother crosses his legs, skimming his palm over the thigh of his black trousers. “What’s on your mind, Sean?”
“The distribution deal,” I say.
He ignores that blatant lie and presses me. “What’s really on your mind? You’ve been preoccupied all morning.”
Calliope has been on my mind.
It got so bad that I did something I had no right to an hour ago.
I scoured her social media profiles for anything that would give me a clue about her life.
I came up empty. Everything is set to private. Her profile images are all the same stunning photo of the Brooklyn Bridge.
“Are you thinking about a woman?” Declan reaches a conclusion that I can’t fault him for. “Is it someone from the party the other night? I saw you getting cozy with a redhead.”