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what?” he asked.
“If he’s not feeling well, then why do I have to go to his home to be exposed to whatever he has?”
“His leg injury isn’t contagious Maisey. He’s hurting too much to walk, but we both know he can’t afford to miss a day of therapy.”
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, shaking my head and gathering my things. “What’s his address?”
“He lives in a penthouse at Spire,” he said.
“Of course he does,” I rolled my eyes. Spire is the most luxurious high-rise in Denver, of course he lives there.
“I gotta say, Maisey. I’m surprised you aren’t more excited about this. It’s a great opportunity for you. He could be a really great reference for you, and for the company. If we can get Mr. Colorado back on his feet, we might end up doing physical therapy for his entire team. We’re talking about a substantial increase in business, and don’t think I won’t remember who helped make that happen. We’re talking about a big raise for you… Plus, you get to hang out in his penthouse. I hear the view is amazing.”
“Lucky me,” I sneered, grabbing my coffee and walking out of my office.
Jesse had upped the game. I knew he wasn’t hurting too much to crutch his way in here. He was just using that as an excuse to get me all alone. He was still trying to wear me down.
But he had another thing coming if he thought he could do that.
I was strong. I was resilient. I’d gone this long without letting a man, any man , steer me off course. I wasn’t about to let some jock come in and ruin everything, no matter how he made me feel…
13
JESSE
“ T he distributions will go out first thing Monday morning.” My accountant, Harlan Harrison sat across from me at my kitchen table. My crutches were leaning against it, and I was already so sick of seeing them that I wanted to throw them off the balcony.
“Make sure Samantha includes the letter I wrote when she sends out the checks,” I replied, just as the door bell rang. “Get that, will you Harlan? It’s probably my physical therapist.”
“Of course,” he rose and opened the door, greeting a very pissed off, albeit very adorable, Maisey. I was delighted to see her hair was down today, the curls I remembered so well bouncing around her head in an unruly mess. I imagined sinking my fingers into them, and pulling her head back, my lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. I wanted to smell them, touch them, feel them sliding through my fingers.
“Maisey, thanks for coming,” I said from the table. “Please come in. This is Harlan, my accountant.”
“Hello,” she said, smiling politely, despite the anger rolling off of her. She still had that small town girl in her. She’d never be rude to someone needlessly, no matter how pissed off at me she was. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Harlan said, before turning back to me. “Besides the Children’s Heartlink Foundation disbursements, is there anything else we need to go over, Jesse?”
“You tell me, you’re the accountant, Harlan,” I joked. “I don’t think so. Just make sure that money gets to those researchers as fast as possible.”
“Will do, sir,” he said, before turning to Maisey. “Madam, it was nice to meet you.”
“You too,” she said, her voice pensive and quiet.
“Bye Harlan, have a nice day. Say hello to Joy and kiss the kids for me, okay?”
“You got it, Jesse,” he said, hugging me and giving Maisey a nod before walking out.
I turned back to her and began to stand up, reaching for the crutches.
“You don’t look like you’re in too much pain,” she said.
“Don’t I?” I said, feigning a quick wince.
“Not at all,” she said.
“Well, I am. In case you forgot, I was hit by a damn car. Besides, it’ll be much more comfortable if we work here, don’t you think?”
“We have the most modern, comfortable facility at Steadman Hawkins,” she said, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, as she
“If he’s not feeling well, then why do I have to go to his home to be exposed to whatever he has?”
“His leg injury isn’t contagious Maisey. He’s hurting too much to walk, but we both know he can’t afford to miss a day of therapy.”
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, shaking my head and gathering my things. “What’s his address?”
“He lives in a penthouse at Spire,” he said.
“Of course he does,” I rolled my eyes. Spire is the most luxurious high-rise in Denver, of course he lives there.
“I gotta say, Maisey. I’m surprised you aren’t more excited about this. It’s a great opportunity for you. He could be a really great reference for you, and for the company. If we can get Mr. Colorado back on his feet, we might end up doing physical therapy for his entire team. We’re talking about a substantial increase in business, and don’t think I won’t remember who helped make that happen. We’re talking about a big raise for you… Plus, you get to hang out in his penthouse. I hear the view is amazing.”
“Lucky me,” I sneered, grabbing my coffee and walking out of my office.
Jesse had upped the game. I knew he wasn’t hurting too much to crutch his way in here. He was just using that as an excuse to get me all alone. He was still trying to wear me down.
But he had another thing coming if he thought he could do that.
I was strong. I was resilient. I’d gone this long without letting a man, any man , steer me off course. I wasn’t about to let some jock come in and ruin everything, no matter how he made me feel…
13
JESSE
“ T he distributions will go out first thing Monday morning.” My accountant, Harlan Harrison sat across from me at my kitchen table. My crutches were leaning against it, and I was already so sick of seeing them that I wanted to throw them off the balcony.
“Make sure Samantha includes the letter I wrote when she sends out the checks,” I replied, just as the door bell rang. “Get that, will you Harlan? It’s probably my physical therapist.”
“Of course,” he rose and opened the door, greeting a very pissed off, albeit very adorable, Maisey. I was delighted to see her hair was down today, the curls I remembered so well bouncing around her head in an unruly mess. I imagined sinking my fingers into them, and pulling her head back, my lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. I wanted to smell them, touch them, feel them sliding through my fingers.
“Maisey, thanks for coming,” I said from the table. “Please come in. This is Harlan, my accountant.”
“Hello,” she said, smiling politely, despite the anger rolling off of her. She still had that small town girl in her. She’d never be rude to someone needlessly, no matter how pissed off at me she was. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Harlan said, before turning back to me. “Besides the Children’s Heartlink Foundation disbursements, is there anything else we need to go over, Jesse?”
“You tell me, you’re the accountant, Harlan,” I joked. “I don’t think so. Just make sure that money gets to those researchers as fast as possible.”
“Will do, sir,” he said, before turning to Maisey. “Madam, it was nice to meet you.”
“You too,” she said, her voice pensive and quiet.
“Bye Harlan, have a nice day. Say hello to Joy and kiss the kids for me, okay?”
“You got it, Jesse,” he said, hugging me and giving Maisey a nod before walking out.
I turned back to her and began to stand up, reaching for the crutches.
“You don’t look like you’re in too much pain,” she said.
“Don’t I?” I said, feigning a quick wince.
“Not at all,” she said.
“Well, I am. In case you forgot, I was hit by a damn car. Besides, it’ll be much more comfortable if we work here, don’t you think?”
“We have the most modern, comfortable facility at Steadman Hawkins,” she said, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, as she
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