sense. “Spain? Why the hell am I going to Spain?”
“To help me pick out furniture for my office,” Daemon says, finally joining in on our conversation.
“In Spain?” I repeat. I am having one hell of a time wrapping my head around what is going on. I’m relieved to know that I won’t be filing for unemployment anytime soon, but now I’m faced with a whole new situation that is causing my heart rate to fly off the charts.
I palm my forehead as everything around me starts to click into place. I glare at Daemon. I really underestimated him. Out of all the dirty tricks he has pulled this tops them all. “And I guess that means you plan on joining me on this little company trip abroad, Mr. Scott?”
His smile makes my stomach tighten into one very large uncomfortable knot. “Well of course, Ms. Dawson, I can’t expect you to wonder the streets of Spain alone. What type of man do you take me for?” I roll my eyes, not daring to answer that in front of Cherie.
“Anyways, I want to help you search for right pieces we will be needing. Me being there will save so much time and keep you from having to call or email me every time for approval.”
Oh please, what a crock of shit. I arch a brow. “Why would I need your approval, Mr. Scott? Don’t you trust my taste and expertise enough to pick out things I know you will like?”
He shrugs and moves to sit back into his seat. “It has nothing to do with trust or your expertise, Kelly. We all know I treasure them both, but in the contract I signed with your company, it states that I must approve all changes and products before they can be bought or ordered. As I stated before I am too busy to be on the phone or computer with you all day, so I am doing everyone a favor, and making this easy by going with you.”
“Why Spain?”
The man smirks, clearly amused with himself. “I owe that idea to you Kelly. You once told me stories about Spain’s beautiful craftsmanship and intricate wood designs. You sold me on the idea, and now, you and I get to make it a reality.”
His wistful voice is not lost on me. How am I going to survive two weeks along in a faraway, country with this man? From what I hear, Spain is beautiful, cultured, and very romantic. Running away together and pretending our problems don’t exist is not going to solve anything.
Cherie calls out my name, gaining my attention once again. I blush bright red. I totally forgot she was here. He has that kind of control over me. When he is around, no one else exists, but him.
I look around her office, deciding that my best option for now, is to ignore the irritating man beside me. From the disgusted look on Cherie’s face, she doesn’t seem too happy with Daemon either. Not getting anywhere with him, I try my hand with her. Surely she can see what a horrifically bad idea this is.
“What about my other clients and the projects I’m working on? If I up and leave them for two weeks, not only will we it put me behind on getting their work done, but they could call us out on their contracts and walk. That would kill my reputation and the companies’ as well.”
She gives Daemon a withering glare. This is a side of Cherie I don’t see very often and I must say I am impressed. Cherie has doesn’t just have claws, she has talons. I would hate to be the one on her bad side.
“Mr. Scott has already spoken with the board members and gained permission for your leave. They were going to allow some of the other designers take up your accounts while you are away, but I talked them down. I will handling them myself until you return. You don’t deserve to have your work manipulated by those vultures and I knew you would never relax knowing either Maxine or Georgia had their hands on your work. I promise to make sure your visions come to life.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Pressing my fingers against my temple, I try to ease the headache threatening to take over. “I can’t believe this is all happening,” I
“To help me pick out furniture for my office,” Daemon says, finally joining in on our conversation.
“In Spain?” I repeat. I am having one hell of a time wrapping my head around what is going on. I’m relieved to know that I won’t be filing for unemployment anytime soon, but now I’m faced with a whole new situation that is causing my heart rate to fly off the charts.
I palm my forehead as everything around me starts to click into place. I glare at Daemon. I really underestimated him. Out of all the dirty tricks he has pulled this tops them all. “And I guess that means you plan on joining me on this little company trip abroad, Mr. Scott?”
His smile makes my stomach tighten into one very large uncomfortable knot. “Well of course, Ms. Dawson, I can’t expect you to wonder the streets of Spain alone. What type of man do you take me for?” I roll my eyes, not daring to answer that in front of Cherie.
“Anyways, I want to help you search for right pieces we will be needing. Me being there will save so much time and keep you from having to call or email me every time for approval.”
Oh please, what a crock of shit. I arch a brow. “Why would I need your approval, Mr. Scott? Don’t you trust my taste and expertise enough to pick out things I know you will like?”
He shrugs and moves to sit back into his seat. “It has nothing to do with trust or your expertise, Kelly. We all know I treasure them both, but in the contract I signed with your company, it states that I must approve all changes and products before they can be bought or ordered. As I stated before I am too busy to be on the phone or computer with you all day, so I am doing everyone a favor, and making this easy by going with you.”
“Why Spain?”
The man smirks, clearly amused with himself. “I owe that idea to you Kelly. You once told me stories about Spain’s beautiful craftsmanship and intricate wood designs. You sold me on the idea, and now, you and I get to make it a reality.”
His wistful voice is not lost on me. How am I going to survive two weeks along in a faraway, country with this man? From what I hear, Spain is beautiful, cultured, and very romantic. Running away together and pretending our problems don’t exist is not going to solve anything.
Cherie calls out my name, gaining my attention once again. I blush bright red. I totally forgot she was here. He has that kind of control over me. When he is around, no one else exists, but him.
I look around her office, deciding that my best option for now, is to ignore the irritating man beside me. From the disgusted look on Cherie’s face, she doesn’t seem too happy with Daemon either. Not getting anywhere with him, I try my hand with her. Surely she can see what a horrifically bad idea this is.
“What about my other clients and the projects I’m working on? If I up and leave them for two weeks, not only will we it put me behind on getting their work done, but they could call us out on their contracts and walk. That would kill my reputation and the companies’ as well.”
She gives Daemon a withering glare. This is a side of Cherie I don’t see very often and I must say I am impressed. Cherie has doesn’t just have claws, she has talons. I would hate to be the one on her bad side.
“Mr. Scott has already spoken with the board members and gained permission for your leave. They were going to allow some of the other designers take up your accounts while you are away, but I talked them down. I will handling them myself until you return. You don’t deserve to have your work manipulated by those vultures and I knew you would never relax knowing either Maxine or Georgia had their hands on your work. I promise to make sure your visions come to life.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Pressing my fingers against my temple, I try to ease the headache threatening to take over. “I can’t believe this is all happening,” I
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