employment.”
“I appreciate it but it’s because I love you I have to decline. We’d kill each other
within a week, but knowing I have a place to go to is reassuring.”
“Anytime. Just remember what I said, okay? You’ll make it through this.”
“Thank you, Montana. And I’m sorry for hanging up on you earlier.’
“Don’t worry about it. You were right; I do talk too damn much. I’m sorry for not
respecting your wishes. Now, I have some work to do, but I will call you this weekend
and maybe we can go out to dinner. My treat.”
“I’d like that.”
“Cool. I’ll catch you later.”
“Goodbye .” Maggie hung up and walked over to her sofa where she collapsed. Besieged by emotion,
she released the sobs she’d been holding back since she’d left G& T Associates.
She sat on the nearest chair and cried softly, feeling overwhelmed by the events of
the day. It seemed like she had been crying a lot lately. She wasn’t sure how much
time passed before she was startled out of her misery by a knock on the door. It was
odd she would have a visitor in the middle of the day and she wasn’t expecting any
packages. Hastily, she wiped away her tears and straightened her clothes before answering
the door.
Maggie gasped when she opened it. Standing on the other side was GianMarco Grimaldi.
Chapter Four
“Mr. Grimaldi! What are you doing here?” He was the last person she expected.
Maggie self-consciously rubbed away the evidence of her tears but it seemed those
discerning amber eyes saw all. She imagined her eyes were bloodshot.
If he noticed, his expression remained somber. “May I come in?”
She remembered his earlier attack. “Why? Did you come all this way to insult me some
more. No thank you. I’ve had enough.” She attempted to close the door in his face.
Mr. Grimaldi had other ideas. He stuck his foot out, halting the door’s progression.
“Go away!”
“I promise I didn’t come here to antagonize you further. I only need a few minutes
of you time. Please.” If she didn’t know any better, Maggie would have thought she
saw contrition in his eyes, but this arrogant son of a bitch probably didn’t know
that meaning of the word.
Maggie wanted to refuse but figured if she didn’t he might not go away peacefully.
Shooting him a glare, she begrudgingly stepped back to allow him entrance into her
apartment. She could just imagine what he thought of her small living space but she
didn’t care. It was hers and if he didn’t like it, he could kiss her ass. Her apartment
was already tiny with only her occupying it, but with this tall, broad-shouldered
man in it, the room seemed smaller still. She didn’t want to be polite, but her good
manners dictated that she at least offer him a beverage.
“Would you like something to drink? I have iced tea, orange juice, and water in the
fridge.” If he took her up on her offer of a drink, she would be hard pressed not
to spit in it. She was still trying to figure out why he’d bothered to come here.
Judging from the way he had treated her earlier, he didn’t seem to be the apologizing
type.
“No, thank you. My visit will be brief. I’ve come to apologize for my rudeness earlier.
I wasn’t in the best of moods when I came into the office today, although that’s no
excuse for my behavior.” Mr. Grimaldi started at her so intensely as he spoke that
she took a step backward. “And what I said about Oliver was untrue. He hired you because
he felt you were the best prospect. I was referring to a distasteful joke he and I
once shared. My annoyance was directed toward something else yet I took it out on
you. Again, I’m sorry for causing you distress and for what I said.”
He seemed sincere enough, and he did come all this way to see her. “Thank you, Mr.
Grimaldi. I appreciate the apology and I accept. I supposed I owe you one as well.”
He crinkled his brows.
“I appreciate it but it’s because I love you I have to decline. We’d kill each other
within a week, but knowing I have a place to go to is reassuring.”
“Anytime. Just remember what I said, okay? You’ll make it through this.”
“Thank you, Montana. And I’m sorry for hanging up on you earlier.’
“Don’t worry about it. You were right; I do talk too damn much. I’m sorry for not
respecting your wishes. Now, I have some work to do, but I will call you this weekend
and maybe we can go out to dinner. My treat.”
“I’d like that.”
“Cool. I’ll catch you later.”
“Goodbye .” Maggie hung up and walked over to her sofa where she collapsed. Besieged by emotion,
she released the sobs she’d been holding back since she’d left G& T Associates.
She sat on the nearest chair and cried softly, feeling overwhelmed by the events of
the day. It seemed like she had been crying a lot lately. She wasn’t sure how much
time passed before she was startled out of her misery by a knock on the door. It was
odd she would have a visitor in the middle of the day and she wasn’t expecting any
packages. Hastily, she wiped away her tears and straightened her clothes before answering
the door.
Maggie gasped when she opened it. Standing on the other side was GianMarco Grimaldi.
Chapter Four
“Mr. Grimaldi! What are you doing here?” He was the last person she expected.
Maggie self-consciously rubbed away the evidence of her tears but it seemed those
discerning amber eyes saw all. She imagined her eyes were bloodshot.
If he noticed, his expression remained somber. “May I come in?”
She remembered his earlier attack. “Why? Did you come all this way to insult me some
more. No thank you. I’ve had enough.” She attempted to close the door in his face.
Mr. Grimaldi had other ideas. He stuck his foot out, halting the door’s progression.
“Go away!”
“I promise I didn’t come here to antagonize you further. I only need a few minutes
of you time. Please.” If she didn’t know any better, Maggie would have thought she
saw contrition in his eyes, but this arrogant son of a bitch probably didn’t know
that meaning of the word.
Maggie wanted to refuse but figured if she didn’t he might not go away peacefully.
Shooting him a glare, she begrudgingly stepped back to allow him entrance into her
apartment. She could just imagine what he thought of her small living space but she
didn’t care. It was hers and if he didn’t like it, he could kiss her ass. Her apartment
was already tiny with only her occupying it, but with this tall, broad-shouldered
man in it, the room seemed smaller still. She didn’t want to be polite, but her good
manners dictated that she at least offer him a beverage.
“Would you like something to drink? I have iced tea, orange juice, and water in the
fridge.” If he took her up on her offer of a drink, she would be hard pressed not
to spit in it. She was still trying to figure out why he’d bothered to come here.
Judging from the way he had treated her earlier, he didn’t seem to be the apologizing
type.
“No, thank you. My visit will be brief. I’ve come to apologize for my rudeness earlier.
I wasn’t in the best of moods when I came into the office today, although that’s no
excuse for my behavior.” Mr. Grimaldi started at her so intensely as he spoke that
she took a step backward. “And what I said about Oliver was untrue. He hired you because
he felt you were the best prospect. I was referring to a distasteful joke he and I
once shared. My annoyance was directed toward something else yet I took it out on
you. Again, I’m sorry for causing you distress and for what I said.”
He seemed sincere enough, and he did come all this way to see her. “Thank you, Mr.
Grimaldi. I appreciate the apology and I accept. I supposed I owe you one as well.”
He crinkled his brows.
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