“Do you need anything else?” she asked, straightening and focusing all her attention on me.
I thanked her, then gestured at Colton. “Roxiee, I would like you to meet our latest client, Colton Donavan. Colton, you’ll be seeing a lot of Roxiee—she’s the one who keeps this place running like clockwork.”
“And makes sure she actually eats during the day,” Roxiee added, with a charming smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Donavan.”
He stood and accepted her handshake, then waited until she left the office before sitting again.
“Looks like I’m working with the dream-team.”
I paused where I leaned forward to crack open a water bottle. “You are, remember that.”
Colton’s green eyes sparkled with amusement that matched his lop-sided smirk. “After that comment, I won’t be forgetting it in a hurry.”
Locking down a smile, I reached for his file and flipped it open. Colton responded to my change of direction by shifting forward, unbuttoning his suit jacket, and resting his elbows on his bent knees.
“Down to business,” he murmured.
“That’s why we’re here,” I countered, handing him the file. “This is all the information I have on your proposal. As you can see, it’s a little light.”
His gaze cut to mine. “Did you check your emails?”
“Right before I met with you,” I replied confidently.
Colton smirked. “Check again, Greer.”
Narrowing my eyes, I rose to my feet and retrieved my laptop from my desk. I expelled a surprised exhale and looked up to see him grinning at my reaction.
“Okay, you’ve got me. Let me get this printed and we can go over it.”
As if magically summoned, Roxiee called from her desk, “On it.”
Smiling back, because Colton was experiencing first-hand how synergistic Roxiee and I were, I held his gaze and waited for him to back down.
He didn’t budge an inch until our mini-standoff was broken by Roxiee breezing through the door. “As requested.”
“Thank you, you’re a Godsend,” I praised.
“I know,” she sang over her shoulder, as she sauntered back to her desk.
Colton at least had the decency to hide his snigger behind his hand while I quickly read over the document.
“Okay, Colton, we have your proposal, how about you talk me through the foundation verbally.”
His businesslike manner slid back into place. “I’m in the process of getting it off the ground. The aim of theColton DonavanBoost Foundationis to offer the best of the street-racing youth a mentor-ship which would introduce them to Indy racing. And, best-case scenario, it would set up their careers on the pro circuit.”
“Like you?”
Colton spread his hands. “I see you’ve done your homework, Greer.”
I arched a brow. “And you expected less?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Exactly.”
A quiet laugh sounded in his chest before he continued. “I’ve got track partners and sponsors onboard, and a guy who knows the streets well. Now, all I need is PR to launch this foundation through the roof.”
“Well, I don’t need to tell you that you’ve come to the right place, because you’re already here. Curious minds ask; does this guy of yours have a name?”