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showed Lexi the computer system, giving her a quick rundown of Vincent’s typical day when he was in the office. Then she printed out his upcoming 39
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schedule so Lexi would know it backward and forward before he even walked through the door. Leigh kindly advised her about his pet peeves: tardiness, lack of productivity, and the word “no” were all unacceptable to Vincent Drake.
According to Leigh, if she remembered those things, she would fare much better than her last four counterparts.
Leigh came by Lexi’s desk at quarter to five and opened the door to Vincent’s office. “I need to grab the Keller file off his desk. Do you want to come in and have a look around? You probably should know where everything is in here before he gets back.” She paused at the door. “I warn you, the place is a bit of a disaster. Mr. Drake isn’t known for his organizational skills.”
Lexi’s stomach flipped and her pulse quickened. I’m going inside Vincent Drake’s office! She kept up the calm façade, hiding her inner schoolgirl who threatened to escape, then mentally gave herself a hard slap. Knock it off Lexi, you aren’t seventeen anymore. Grow up . She shook her head, then stepped through the doorway and took in her new surroundings.
Vincent’s ornate desk sat in the middle of the room, buried somewhere underneath a massive pile of papers that covered every inch of the flat surface, piles leaning upon other piles. Pens and pencils were strewn everywhere. How Leigh was supposed to find anything in the chaos was beyond Lexi.
As Leigh searched for the needle in the haystack, Lexi became distracted by a picture that hung on the wall. It was a framed article from San Francisco Magazine featuring Vincent Drake, an up and coming star in the advertising world. Lexi’s heart leaped as she gazed at the photograph, because she would have recognized that incredibly handsome face anywhere.
Completely enthralled, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the image of Vincent. He had the same dark wavy hair, intentionally messy, and the years had changed his features from boyish good looks into mature sex appeal. He exuded confidence and a masculine swagger even in the photograph. He wore a black suit with an emerald tie that made his green eyes stand out. Lexi caught herself staring at the curve of his full lips when Leigh came and stood beside her.
“He’s even more handsome in person, just so you know.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Lexi said so low that Leigh thankfully missed it. She shook her head and gathered herself. “Well, it’s good to have a face to go with the name.” Lexi glanced over her shoulder at the disarray that was his desk. I’l have to get on that tomorrow. There’s no way he can find anything in there .
With her hand on the light switch, Leigh asked, “You ready to go?”
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Lexi stole one last look at Vincent’s picture and without warning felt her pulse race through her body as she joined Leigh at the door. “Yeah, it’s been a long day. And I for one definitely need a drink.”
Hope sat at the bar, watching a baseball game on the large screen plasma TV that hung on the wall. She was swirling an olive around at the bottom of her martini glass when Lexi claimed her spot on the stool beside her, slamming her purse onto the bar and barking at the bartender.
“Vodka, neat. Make it a double.”
“You okay?” Hope looked over at Lexi, stunned to hear her drink order, but was even more shocked when the bartender handed her the drink and Lexi downed it in a single gulp, then ordered another.
“Long day,” Lexi hissed as the alcohol burned down the back of her throat.
“What happened?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “What happened? I’ll tell you what happened.” Lexi slammed the second drink, then stared Hope dead in the eyes.
“Two words: Vincent Drake.”
Hope’s mouth curved into a perfect O as her eyes almost bugged
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schedule so Lexi would know it backward and forward before he even walked through the door. Leigh kindly advised her about his pet peeves: tardiness, lack of productivity, and the word “no” were all unacceptable to Vincent Drake.
According to Leigh, if she remembered those things, she would fare much better than her last four counterparts.
Leigh came by Lexi’s desk at quarter to five and opened the door to Vincent’s office. “I need to grab the Keller file off his desk. Do you want to come in and have a look around? You probably should know where everything is in here before he gets back.” She paused at the door. “I warn you, the place is a bit of a disaster. Mr. Drake isn’t known for his organizational skills.”
Lexi’s stomach flipped and her pulse quickened. I’m going inside Vincent Drake’s office! She kept up the calm façade, hiding her inner schoolgirl who threatened to escape, then mentally gave herself a hard slap. Knock it off Lexi, you aren’t seventeen anymore. Grow up . She shook her head, then stepped through the doorway and took in her new surroundings.
Vincent’s ornate desk sat in the middle of the room, buried somewhere underneath a massive pile of papers that covered every inch of the flat surface, piles leaning upon other piles. Pens and pencils were strewn everywhere. How Leigh was supposed to find anything in the chaos was beyond Lexi.
As Leigh searched for the needle in the haystack, Lexi became distracted by a picture that hung on the wall. It was a framed article from San Francisco Magazine featuring Vincent Drake, an up and coming star in the advertising world. Lexi’s heart leaped as she gazed at the photograph, because she would have recognized that incredibly handsome face anywhere.
Completely enthralled, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the image of Vincent. He had the same dark wavy hair, intentionally messy, and the years had changed his features from boyish good looks into mature sex appeal. He exuded confidence and a masculine swagger even in the photograph. He wore a black suit with an emerald tie that made his green eyes stand out. Lexi caught herself staring at the curve of his full lips when Leigh came and stood beside her.
“He’s even more handsome in person, just so you know.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Lexi said so low that Leigh thankfully missed it. She shook her head and gathered herself. “Well, it’s good to have a face to go with the name.” Lexi glanced over her shoulder at the disarray that was his desk. I’l have to get on that tomorrow. There’s no way he can find anything in there .
With her hand on the light switch, Leigh asked, “You ready to go?”
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Lexi stole one last look at Vincent’s picture and without warning felt her pulse race through her body as she joined Leigh at the door. “Yeah, it’s been a long day. And I for one definitely need a drink.”
Hope sat at the bar, watching a baseball game on the large screen plasma TV that hung on the wall. She was swirling an olive around at the bottom of her martini glass when Lexi claimed her spot on the stool beside her, slamming her purse onto the bar and barking at the bartender.
“Vodka, neat. Make it a double.”
“You okay?” Hope looked over at Lexi, stunned to hear her drink order, but was even more shocked when the bartender handed her the drink and Lexi downed it in a single gulp, then ordered another.
“Long day,” Lexi hissed as the alcohol burned down the back of her throat.
“What happened?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “What happened? I’ll tell you what happened.” Lexi slammed the second drink, then stared Hope dead in the eyes.
“Two words: Vincent Drake.”
Hope’s mouth curved into a perfect O as her eyes almost bugged
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