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“Here you are.”
Baylee turned around and saw the secretary placing her coffee down on a coaster on the table.
“Thank you. What is your name?” she asked.
The woman smiled. “Tina Lambert. Is there anything else I can get you?”
“No, I’m fine. Thanks, Tina.”
At a couple of minutes to nine, Logan entered the conference room with three gentlemen. “That’s a good one, Stan.” Logan’s loud laugh grated her nerves.
Can always count on Logan to be the first one with lips puckered to kiss ass. Baylee grinned to herself, standing as the men entered the room. Logan gave her a quick glance, disappointment registering on his face.
“Good morning, Logan.” She smiled sweetly. That’s right. I’m not late, jerk.
“So, you made it okay.”
“Of course.” Baylee turned away from Logan and greeted the three gentlemen who were at various stages of checking her out. She extended her hand. “I’m Baylee Peters, an architect with Derry, Decker, and Vale.”
A man in his late thirties with short, blond hair and brown eyes grasped her hand and shook it. “I’m Stan Danesk. I’m a partner with Machol, Greenberg, Norton, & Danesk Engineering Firm. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His eyes scanned back down to her bust.
“I’m James, lead engineer,” a bearded man with twinkling blue eyes said as he shook her hand.
“And I’m Fred. I’ll be working with Stan and James. I’m a newer addition to the firm.” A man about twenty-eight with red hair and big, brown eyes smiled and took her hand.
After a few minutes of small conversation, Stan said, “Everyone, take a seat. The client should be here shortly.”
Baylee chose the seat facing the magnificent view, her back to the door. She opened her briefcase, spread out her notebooks, pens, bottle water, and laptop, and took a sip of her still-hot coffee. As she turned on the laptop, she heard the jingle of chains behind her.
Stan stood up and cleared his throat. “Ah. Here he is. Come on in and have a seat, sir.”
From the corner of her eye, Baylee observed black biker boots and denim pass by her, and the glimmers from dangling chains pricked her field of vision.
“Good, everyone is here. Since we’ll be working on the strip mall project as a team, I’d like to go around the room and have everyone say something about themselves. It’s important that we have a human aspect to all the metal and steel.” He laughed as though he’d said something clever. Logan practically guffawed while James and Fred chuckled.
“I’ll start,” James volunteered.
Baylee logged in to her computer. This is totally lame. Why do people do this touchy-feely shit?
“My name is James McKnight, and I went to M.I.T. to study engineering. I joined with…”
Baylee tuned him out as she checked the temperature. Holy shit. It’s one hundred and one degrees out. Maybe I’ll take a dip in the pool when I get home from work. She looked up from her computer as James rambled on. Her gaze snagged on the dark eyes of her one-night stand. His surprised look was quickly replaced by an impassive one.
Baylee sucked in her breath, her eyes widening. Everything in the room went blank. The only sound she heard was the beating of her heart. What the fuck was he doing at the meeting? The room spun around her, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that he was in her space, staring intently at her. His lips barely concealed the beginnings of a smirk. What the hell is going on? How can he be here, of all places?
Then he spoke with the mouth that did so many wicked things to her the previous week.
“Name is Axe.” His eyes never left her face.
Axe? Who names their kid Axe?
All of a sudden, she was aware that the room was silent. Baylee glanced around. All eyes were on her.
“Did I miss something?” she asked in a soft voice.
“We’re sharing something about ourselves,” Logan said.
Pink streaks colored her cheeks, and she saw Axe smile at her
“Here you are.”
Baylee turned around and saw the secretary placing her coffee down on a coaster on the table.
“Thank you. What is your name?” she asked.
The woman smiled. “Tina Lambert. Is there anything else I can get you?”
“No, I’m fine. Thanks, Tina.”
At a couple of minutes to nine, Logan entered the conference room with three gentlemen. “That’s a good one, Stan.” Logan’s loud laugh grated her nerves.
Can always count on Logan to be the first one with lips puckered to kiss ass. Baylee grinned to herself, standing as the men entered the room. Logan gave her a quick glance, disappointment registering on his face.
“Good morning, Logan.” She smiled sweetly. That’s right. I’m not late, jerk.
“So, you made it okay.”
“Of course.” Baylee turned away from Logan and greeted the three gentlemen who were at various stages of checking her out. She extended her hand. “I’m Baylee Peters, an architect with Derry, Decker, and Vale.”
A man in his late thirties with short, blond hair and brown eyes grasped her hand and shook it. “I’m Stan Danesk. I’m a partner with Machol, Greenberg, Norton, & Danesk Engineering Firm. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His eyes scanned back down to her bust.
“I’m James, lead engineer,” a bearded man with twinkling blue eyes said as he shook her hand.
“And I’m Fred. I’ll be working with Stan and James. I’m a newer addition to the firm.” A man about twenty-eight with red hair and big, brown eyes smiled and took her hand.
After a few minutes of small conversation, Stan said, “Everyone, take a seat. The client should be here shortly.”
Baylee chose the seat facing the magnificent view, her back to the door. She opened her briefcase, spread out her notebooks, pens, bottle water, and laptop, and took a sip of her still-hot coffee. As she turned on the laptop, she heard the jingle of chains behind her.
Stan stood up and cleared his throat. “Ah. Here he is. Come on in and have a seat, sir.”
From the corner of her eye, Baylee observed black biker boots and denim pass by her, and the glimmers from dangling chains pricked her field of vision.
“Good, everyone is here. Since we’ll be working on the strip mall project as a team, I’d like to go around the room and have everyone say something about themselves. It’s important that we have a human aspect to all the metal and steel.” He laughed as though he’d said something clever. Logan practically guffawed while James and Fred chuckled.
“I’ll start,” James volunteered.
Baylee logged in to her computer. This is totally lame. Why do people do this touchy-feely shit?
“My name is James McKnight, and I went to M.I.T. to study engineering. I joined with…”
Baylee tuned him out as she checked the temperature. Holy shit. It’s one hundred and one degrees out. Maybe I’ll take a dip in the pool when I get home from work. She looked up from her computer as James rambled on. Her gaze snagged on the dark eyes of her one-night stand. His surprised look was quickly replaced by an impassive one.
Baylee sucked in her breath, her eyes widening. Everything in the room went blank. The only sound she heard was the beating of her heart. What the fuck was he doing at the meeting? The room spun around her, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that he was in her space, staring intently at her. His lips barely concealed the beginnings of a smirk. What the hell is going on? How can he be here, of all places?
Then he spoke with the mouth that did so many wicked things to her the previous week.
“Name is Axe.” His eyes never left her face.
Axe? Who names their kid Axe?
All of a sudden, she was aware that the room was silent. Baylee glanced around. All eyes were on her.
“Did I miss something?” she asked in a soft voice.
“We’re sharing something about ourselves,” Logan said.
Pink streaks colored her cheeks, and she saw Axe smile at her
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