Colton barked another laugh. “In a lot of ways I have, but not where it matters.”
I cruised to a stop behind his parked F12.
“Not too close to Sex,” he said, leaning forward in his seat.
“I’m fucking miles away. And Sex?”
Colton flashed a shit-eating grin before tugging his cap back on. He swung the passenger door open and climbed out. “I’ll be in touch with my business proposal.”
“You haven’t told me the details yet!”
He softly clicked the door closed and smirked. “See ya ‘round, Raffie.”
“The fuck, Colton? You gotta give me more details, man!”
Laughing and waving me off, he then got behind the wheel of his F12 without further explanation.
“Son of a bitch,” I yelled, and slapped the steering wheel.
Making a show of my irritation, I boosted past him without giving him an inch to pull out in front of me.
Sure, he owned the track, but the streets weremydomain.
Chapter 4
-Greer-
A soft, double-knock on the glass wall of my office drew my eyes away from my laptop to find Roxiee—my assistant—expertly balanced on one high heel and leaning through the doorway.
“Mr. Donavan is here for his one-thirty. Shall I send him in?”
“Thanks, Roxiee. I’ll come out and greet this one,” I replied, smiling in response to her knowing smile.
Colton Donavan was very much a taken—and happily married—man, but that didn’t mean women like us were blind. Or more so Roxiee, because she was borderline obsessed with him.
“I’ll bring in some bottled water,” she announced, and sashayed toward the kitchen.
Roxiee had been my PA for the better part of six years, and I wouldn’t be without her. She was my walking-talking diary and closest friend. Both being boss-babes who knew our own minds, we worked well together. Roxiee was worth her weight in gold ten times over.
Between myself and my business partner, Christian ‘Tian’ Michaels, Landon-Michaels PR was a force to be reckoned with. Although our firm was relatively new, we had proven time and time again that we had what it takes to shake things up in the corporate world, and landing a client like Colton Donavan was a testament to that success.
After a quick once-over in my mirror, I strode to the waiting area with an air of confidence and professionalism that came naturally to me. Colton pushed to his feet and buttoned his suit jacket as I extended my hand.
“Mr. Donavan, welcome to Landon-Michaels PR.”
Our handshake was all business from both sides. “Nice to meet you in person, Miss Landon. And please, it’s Colton.”
“Greer,” I countered with a smile. “Right this way. The details of your proposal are strategically vague, so I’m curious to hear more about your foundation.”
His rumbling chuckle sounded behind me as he followed me to my office.
“Hence this meeting,” he drawled.
I beamed a smile and indicated to the leather lounge suite set up for meetings like this. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
Without a word, Colton sat and kicked up a leg to rest on his opposite knee. He effortlessly exuded egotistical confidence that came with his reputation, and it fueled the fire in my belly to make this the best damn PR experience he’d ever had.
Roxiee breezed in with the promised water and sat the bottles on the low-lying table in front of us.