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more appealing offer. If not money, there had to be something else she wanted.
There. He had his Plan B. Satisfied, he grabbed his toothbrush, pumped out some toothpaste, and began to brush. He’d get to know her. In three weeks, he’d have all his answers and he could then formulate a new strategy that aligned with Becca’s motivations. That’s how he’d get her shares.
He spit out the paste and rinsed. There was only one problem. He was pretty sure the only way she’d let down her guard and let him in was if he were someone else … anyone else.
If I were someone else …
He studied his reflection. All of a sudden an idea popped into his head. Albeit, a totally crazy one. One that would help him get closer to Becca.
He raced into his adjoining bedroom and threw on a pair of khakis and one of his many polo T-shirts before reaching for his phone and asking Siri for the number to the Silver Spurs.
In no time, he had the one person on the other end who could help him make his zany idea a reality.
• • •
Becca sipped her soda, glancing out the window of Betty Lou’s. Had it really only been last night that she was in Grayson’s arms?
She’d really thought hell had frozen over when he extended his hand.
Then of all things, she’d stepped into his embrace. What was she thinking? What she should have done was politely decline and hightail it back to the security of the diner.
If she had done exactly that, Chuck would still have his job.
Becca placed her head in her hands. Last night was all her fault. She should have realized Chuck was keeping an eye on her. Tangie had told him to. She also wasn’t surprised that he’d come to her rescue when Grayson grabbed her arm. It was no secret around the plant that Chuck didn’t think much of Grayson and his flashy convertible. He would relish the opportunity to knock the CEO out.
After the punch, she’d dropped down to make sure Grayson was okay. Gage and Gavin immediately rushed to their brother’s side, so she’d moved out of the way. Grayson appeared shaken but fine. She took off and weaved through the crowd until she’d caught up with Chuck. She wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything else stupid like getting behind the wheel and driving home.
She found him on the street corner with Tangie. Her friend was inspecting his hand while trying to calm him down.
They’d convinced Chuck that the best thing to do at that moment was let them take him home. Once there, she and Tangie spent the rest of the evening supplying him with a few rounds of coffee until he sobered up. “I have no regrets, boss,” was what he’d said to Becca as she was leaving his apartment. He did, however, apologize for letting her down.
Grabbing her phone, Becca sent Chuck a quick text to check on him. Not only as his friend but as his boss, it was her responsibility to make sure he was okay. Well, technically the latter relationship would end tomorrow. She was pretty sure punching the CEO was grounds for dismissal, and there wasn’t going to be anything she could do about it.
Maybe she should try to talk to Grayson. Explain that Chuck really needed this job and couldn’t lose his health insurance or tuition reimbursement benefits. Whatever happened, she’d give her employee an excellent reference and help him land on his feet. He’d always been a solid line worker. Maybe she could float him a loan for living expenses until he was able to collect unemployment. He was part of her Guac Olé plant family, and family took care of family.
She was certain the CEO saw things differently. Grayson had looked completely taken aback when Chuck flat-out told him the whole factory thought that he was a lousy leader. Surely, he must know that he hadn’t made a favorable impression on his plant employees. She finished the first half of her grilled cheese sandwich and washed it down with her soda. Maybe he just didn’t care.
Perhaps with her new influence, she could ask Grayson to
There. He had his Plan B. Satisfied, he grabbed his toothbrush, pumped out some toothpaste, and began to brush. He’d get to know her. In three weeks, he’d have all his answers and he could then formulate a new strategy that aligned with Becca’s motivations. That’s how he’d get her shares.
He spit out the paste and rinsed. There was only one problem. He was pretty sure the only way she’d let down her guard and let him in was if he were someone else … anyone else.
If I were someone else …
He studied his reflection. All of a sudden an idea popped into his head. Albeit, a totally crazy one. One that would help him get closer to Becca.
He raced into his adjoining bedroom and threw on a pair of khakis and one of his many polo T-shirts before reaching for his phone and asking Siri for the number to the Silver Spurs.
In no time, he had the one person on the other end who could help him make his zany idea a reality.
• • •
Becca sipped her soda, glancing out the window of Betty Lou’s. Had it really only been last night that she was in Grayson’s arms?
She’d really thought hell had frozen over when he extended his hand.
Then of all things, she’d stepped into his embrace. What was she thinking? What she should have done was politely decline and hightail it back to the security of the diner.
If she had done exactly that, Chuck would still have his job.
Becca placed her head in her hands. Last night was all her fault. She should have realized Chuck was keeping an eye on her. Tangie had told him to. She also wasn’t surprised that he’d come to her rescue when Grayson grabbed her arm. It was no secret around the plant that Chuck didn’t think much of Grayson and his flashy convertible. He would relish the opportunity to knock the CEO out.
After the punch, she’d dropped down to make sure Grayson was okay. Gage and Gavin immediately rushed to their brother’s side, so she’d moved out of the way. Grayson appeared shaken but fine. She took off and weaved through the crowd until she’d caught up with Chuck. She wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything else stupid like getting behind the wheel and driving home.
She found him on the street corner with Tangie. Her friend was inspecting his hand while trying to calm him down.
They’d convinced Chuck that the best thing to do at that moment was let them take him home. Once there, she and Tangie spent the rest of the evening supplying him with a few rounds of coffee until he sobered up. “I have no regrets, boss,” was what he’d said to Becca as she was leaving his apartment. He did, however, apologize for letting her down.
Grabbing her phone, Becca sent Chuck a quick text to check on him. Not only as his friend but as his boss, it was her responsibility to make sure he was okay. Well, technically the latter relationship would end tomorrow. She was pretty sure punching the CEO was grounds for dismissal, and there wasn’t going to be anything she could do about it.
Maybe she should try to talk to Grayson. Explain that Chuck really needed this job and couldn’t lose his health insurance or tuition reimbursement benefits. Whatever happened, she’d give her employee an excellent reference and help him land on his feet. He’d always been a solid line worker. Maybe she could float him a loan for living expenses until he was able to collect unemployment. He was part of her Guac Olé plant family, and family took care of family.
She was certain the CEO saw things differently. Grayson had looked completely taken aback when Chuck flat-out told him the whole factory thought that he was a lousy leader. Surely, he must know that he hadn’t made a favorable impression on his plant employees. She finished the first half of her grilled cheese sandwich and washed it down with her soda. Maybe he just didn’t care.
Perhaps with her new influence, she could ask Grayson to
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