![]() ![]() I mean, I’d told him on Saturday night I was his new office manager. When he made it to the top of the steps, he looked down at me and he didn’t look happy. My skin started burning and I was pretty sure it was pink top-to-toe as his eyes slid the length of me. The way those lines radiated out the sides of his eyes. The way his hair looked like he’d just got out of bed and run his fingers through it. “Red,” I heard from closer and I finally lifted my head to see that Tack was three of the eight steps up and climbing toward me. ![]() “Red,” I heard when my phone beeped in my hand and luckily I didn’t have to lift my head immediately because I was reading Lanie’s latest message. I sent my message and stared at the phone, not lifting my head and trying hard not to bite my lip or, say, have an embarrassment-induced seizure. I looked back down at my phone and typed in, She’s taking off. I knew this because she was waving at him but when I looked back to him he was not paying a bit of attention to her and was walking my way. My gaze shot back to the truck to see the brunette was waving at Tack but he was done with her. I heard an engine cough to life and lifted my head to see the brunette in the beat up pickup. OMG!! OMG!!! OMG!!!! Get out of there! Lanie texted back. ![]() He’s making out with a brunette, I informed her. He just walked out of the Compound, I told Lanie. I opened my eyes and pinned them to the phone, my thumb flying over the number pad. I closed my eyes tight and swallowed and when I did, it hurt… a lot. ![]()
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