“Mr. Hillside,” a hesitant female voice echoed down the line. “I’m Sutton Wilkinson and I’d like to request a meeting.” The woman’s soft sexy tone sent messages straight to my cock.
“A meeting? Why? Did my secretary give you this number?” I asked. I wanted to keep her talking as my cock reacted to the beautiful sounds that left her mouth.
“No, my brother actually. Yes, I’ve some details I’d like to discuss with you in person, rather than over the phone. It would be much easier for us both.”
I wanted to know more. I mean Asher had told me just moments ago that his younger sister was going to become CEO, why would I be her first call after a long flight? Surely jet lag would be hitting. But then, Wilkinson Holdings Corporation and the contract we had in place to gain those high-cost financial backers was much needed to secure the investments set out. If I wanted the dream goal, eventually I too had to take these steps first.
“I’m at The Muse Club, if you’d like to meet now?” I questioned.
“No,” she fired immediately back at me. “I will see you tomorrow. Nine a.m., bright and early at Hillside.”
“Nine-thirty. I’ve a client in,” I countered, though I knew all too well I didn’t, but Miss Sutton Wilkinson was certainly not about to have the upper hand with me.
Somehow her brother had thought my personal number was acceptable business etiquette. A discussion we’d need to address later. I didn’t take kindly to being disturbed in my own time, even if I was at my other business venture. Rules are in place for a reason.
“Fine, nine-thirty it is. I look forward to it.”
I put down the phone and stared up at the ceiling. I realised my mind had lost the worries over Asher and his huge mess-up. Instead, I was focused on something else completely different.
His sister, Sutton Wilkinson.
* * *
Istrolled into the office at a quarter past nine, with my takeaway cup of coffee in hand and briefcase in the other. I had planned to call Miss Wilkinson back and tell her my supposed morning appointment had been cancelled, but then I’d have looked desperate, so I lounged away the extra time in bed, with her at the forefront of my mind.
Her voice was a perfect addition to my wank bank.
I sauntered into the large office space. I’d planned to do a final check on an application I’d received for approval yesterday, but I was disturbed by the exposed legs of the woman sitting in the waiting room.
I didn’t need an introduction from my secretary, Liv, to know who it was.
“Miss Wilkinson, you’re early.” I held my hand out for her to shake and looked into the hazel eyes of the beautiful woman, with luscious brown waves and a little button nose that had a slight red tinge to it, sitting before me as I tried to control the rapid beat in my chest.
“Ah, Mr. Hillside, I am.” She smiled back at me and accepted my greeting. “I thought I may have been able to meet this exclusive client of yours that caused you to delay our meeting.”
“He cancelled,” I steered the conversation, in hope that she bought it.
“Did he?” she asked as she stood up and flattened her black suit dress and picked up her jacket. I swallowed hard. “That’s why you still have bed hair.” She chuckled.
She took three steps forward and I stopped in my stride. I fought to control my shock. Did I really have bed hair? Worse still, was I actually bothered that she called me out in my own company. Fuck, nope.
“Miss Wilkinson, shall we?” I directed her toward my office and opened the door before I showed her to a seat.
Right on cue, Liv walked in with a fresh pot of tea and biscuits before she closed the door and left us alone.
“Tea, Miss Wilkinson?” I asked. “I bet you’ve missed a decent cup whilst you’ve been away.” I sniggered as I started to pour myself a cup and reached for a chocolate digestive.
“I’m not here to play your games, Mr. Hillside. Shall we get down to business?”
“Of course.” I took my time and allowed the teabag time to infuse before I took it out of the pot and added my obligatory two sugars. I gave my tea a stir before I made my way behind my desk and took a seat.
“Ready now, are we?” She raised a brow and folded her arms across her chest.
“Absolutely, where was I? Oh, I believe congratulations are in order,” I replied as I lifted the cup to my lips and gave a slight blow before I took a sip.
“Congratulations?” She frowned.
I could see her deep in thought as her eyes narrowed at me, in an attempt to figure out where I’d found out the information about her rise in the ranks.