might have to let that prick live with me until this is settled?
She managed a brief smile that held no humor whatsoever. “Let’s hope it’s sooner rather than later. Thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
___
Geoffrey ground his teeth. Despite what happened between them, or maybe because of it, his desire for Brandi had only intensified. Lifting the phone, he called her office.
Her assistant answered.
“This is Geoffrey Rasmussen. Is Ms. Rafferty available?”
“Please hold and I’ll check.”
If she didn’t take his call, he intended to go to her office. Their relationship had only just begun and would not be derailed over a small disagreement or, rather, a misunderstanding.
“Mr. Rasmussen,” her assistant said as she came back on the line. “I will transfer you now.”
“Thank you, Ms. Chavez.”
Mere seconds passed then Brandi answered, “Geoffrey.”
“Good afternoon, Brandi. I trust your day is going well?”
“Yes, it is, thank you. How may I help you today?”
He chuckled. “Is that how you think this is going to go? No, Brandi, love. This has nothing to do with business and everything to do with us.”
A pause. “So there is an ‘us’.”
“Most definitely.”
“Even with the way things ended Saturday?”
“Did you think you had scared me away?”
“Possibly.” She remained wary.
“Well, you did not. Are you busy for lunch?”
“Yes. I went to an appointment before work so I’m playing catch up.”
Geoffrey persisted. “Dinner?”
“Sounds good.” Her tone had warmed considerably. “Why don’t I cook dinner for us? Say, around seven?”
He threw a fist up. Yes! Aloud, he replied, “I will be there.”
Brandi grinned as she hung up the phone.
Okay, so yes. She’d admit it. She was more than a little infatuated with Mr. Geoffrey Rasmussen.
And the unbelievably, incredible, earth-shattering sex we shared!
But it was more than that. He was kind and generous and just plain fun to be around.
She shook her head. If she wanted to get out of the office on time, she needed to focus.
An hour passed. Engrossed in her work, Brandi at first paid no attention to the sounds that she associated as background noise. But the noise became louder. Frowning, she rose from her desk. Just as she reached the door, it burst open and Nick barged in.
“I’m sorry, Brandi. I tried to stop him.”
“I know. It’s okay. Just leave the door open.”
Ignoring Nick, she went back around the desk and sat down, leaning back in her seat before she cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why are you here, Nick?”
He grinned, the twin dimples in his cheeks flashing. She used to like his dimples. Too bad they were wasted on him.
“I came to get my key to the condo.”
She scoffed. “I don’t have one for you.”
“We both bought it, Bee. I have as much right to it as you do.”
“Take it up with your lawyer.”
He sat forward. “You really want lawyers involved in this? After what we once were to each other?”
Brandi waved a dismissing hand. “The past has no bearing on the here and now.”
“Right. We both know that the past is exactly why you’re acting like this. You’re trying to get back at me because I left you. In tears.”
Really? Did he really think that would work?
“It’s been my home and my home alone for the past year. Even when we were together, I can show that I paid the majority of the expenses related to the house.”
“You think a judge is going to care? We were a couple living together.”
“You forget. We kept our bank accounts separate and the agreement was for us to take turns paying those expenses. But that isn’t what happened is it? You always had some reason you couldn’t pay when it was your turn.”
“Not always.”
“No, not always, but I have receipts showing that about seventy percent of the time, I made those payments.”
His jaw
She managed a brief smile that held no humor whatsoever. “Let’s hope it’s sooner rather than later. Thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
___
Geoffrey ground his teeth. Despite what happened between them, or maybe because of it, his desire for Brandi had only intensified. Lifting the phone, he called her office.
Her assistant answered.
“This is Geoffrey Rasmussen. Is Ms. Rafferty available?”
“Please hold and I’ll check.”
If she didn’t take his call, he intended to go to her office. Their relationship had only just begun and would not be derailed over a small disagreement or, rather, a misunderstanding.
“Mr. Rasmussen,” her assistant said as she came back on the line. “I will transfer you now.”
“Thank you, Ms. Chavez.”
Mere seconds passed then Brandi answered, “Geoffrey.”
“Good afternoon, Brandi. I trust your day is going well?”
“Yes, it is, thank you. How may I help you today?”
He chuckled. “Is that how you think this is going to go? No, Brandi, love. This has nothing to do with business and everything to do with us.”
A pause. “So there is an ‘us’.”
“Most definitely.”
“Even with the way things ended Saturday?”
“Did you think you had scared me away?”
“Possibly.” She remained wary.
“Well, you did not. Are you busy for lunch?”
“Yes. I went to an appointment before work so I’m playing catch up.”
Geoffrey persisted. “Dinner?”
“Sounds good.” Her tone had warmed considerably. “Why don’t I cook dinner for us? Say, around seven?”
He threw a fist up. Yes! Aloud, he replied, “I will be there.”
Brandi grinned as she hung up the phone.
Okay, so yes. She’d admit it. She was more than a little infatuated with Mr. Geoffrey Rasmussen.
And the unbelievably, incredible, earth-shattering sex we shared!
But it was more than that. He was kind and generous and just plain fun to be around.
She shook her head. If she wanted to get out of the office on time, she needed to focus.
An hour passed. Engrossed in her work, Brandi at first paid no attention to the sounds that she associated as background noise. But the noise became louder. Frowning, she rose from her desk. Just as she reached the door, it burst open and Nick barged in.
“I’m sorry, Brandi. I tried to stop him.”
“I know. It’s okay. Just leave the door open.”
Ignoring Nick, she went back around the desk and sat down, leaning back in her seat before she cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why are you here, Nick?”
He grinned, the twin dimples in his cheeks flashing. She used to like his dimples. Too bad they were wasted on him.
“I came to get my key to the condo.”
She scoffed. “I don’t have one for you.”
“We both bought it, Bee. I have as much right to it as you do.”
“Take it up with your lawyer.”
He sat forward. “You really want lawyers involved in this? After what we once were to each other?”
Brandi waved a dismissing hand. “The past has no bearing on the here and now.”
“Right. We both know that the past is exactly why you’re acting like this. You’re trying to get back at me because I left you. In tears.”
Really? Did he really think that would work?
“It’s been my home and my home alone for the past year. Even when we were together, I can show that I paid the majority of the expenses related to the house.”
“You think a judge is going to care? We were a couple living together.”
“You forget. We kept our bank accounts separate and the agreement was for us to take turns paying those expenses. But that isn’t what happened is it? You always had some reason you couldn’t pay when it was your turn.”
“Not always.”
“No, not always, but I have receipts showing that about seventy percent of the time, I made those payments.”
His jaw
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