raising a brow at her in question.
She looked down at him haughtily. “Excuse me, Mr. Sinclair, but with all due respect, I may be working for you, but you do not own my personal time. Given the abruptness and unexpected nature of these changes, you’ll have to forgive me because I can’t accommodate you,” she sneered at him before spinning on her heel and storming towards the door.
“She’s not usually this feisty. Just caught her by surprise, that’s all. Sweet as pie, normally, that one,” Carter apologized.
Carter was so dead.
“I don’t doubt it,” she heard Lucas say softly right before she exited the room. Minutes later, she slammed her office door.
Hard.
It wasn’t until she started pulling files out of her drawers that she realized her hands were shaking. Heart racing, she let the files slip to the floor. Paper scattered everywhere as she contemplated her circumstances. She had no idea if she was shaking from anger or arousal.
And that scared the hell out of her.
A firm knock sounded on the door.
She ignored it.
The knocking persisted and got louder right before it swung wide open. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
It wasn’t disappointment she felt when Liz breezed in.
It wasn’t.
She stomped over and thrust a thick stack of files at Liz. “It’s the last of Raj Corp. This is your fault, by the way.” She whirled around and started parsing out more files into different stacks on her desk.
“Are we going to go back to that?” Liz asked dryly. Silence met her question, so she kept on. “So our mysterious new client, Lucas Sinclair, is your Lucas?”
“He’s not my Lucas,” she grit out.
Liz wiggled her brows above sparkling blue eyes. “Met him over by the elevator bank as Carter was walking him out.” She let a low wolf whistle. “Girl friend . I nearly pulled the ring off my finger and hid it. If Mark looked like that , we’d be penniless and homeless because we’d be too busy getting busy instead of working. Can’t believe you walked away from that.. .”
Traitors. Traitors surrounded her. Absolutely no one was in her corner.
“Did you know they planned to have me working out of the pervert’s office? I’m supposed to leave my office and my clients, so I can walk into the lion’s lair!”
“Wait, what?”
Apparently this was news to her gossip hungry friend. She repeated herself and Liz scowled. “I can’t believe they’re taking you away from me,” she wailed.
“Liz, in case you haven’t noticed, this is not about you. I am the one who is being pulled out of everything so that I’m at the whim of some pervert.”
Her friend twisted her mouth. “First world problems, my friend. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating cookies,” she leered, her momentary snit forgotten. “Sign me up so I can join the harem, too.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Want some advice?” Liz offered.
“Do you remember what happened to me the last time I took your advice?” Sophie demanded heatedly. “No, absolutely not. Keep it to yourself.”
“You’re going about this all wrong,” her friend continued, ignoring her. “You can work this to your advantage.”
“How is this possibly going to benefit me?”
Liz smiled evilly. “When he stepped into the elevator, I told him to be careful when it hit the ground level because the elevator car had a tendency to vibrate .”
A horrified laugh bubbled out of her mouth. “You’re kidding me.”
Liz shook her head and smiled wickedly. “My love, it benefits you because you have the chance for revenge.”
"While he's making your life miserable, you can turn his into a living hell. Remember, you have the vagina. It is mysterious and magical and has goddess-like qualities. You think it was really Helen of Troy's face that launched a thousand ships? That might had been a small part of it, but I guarantee you that what was between her legs launched entire fleets. You have the power, you just need to learn how to use
She looked down at him haughtily. “Excuse me, Mr. Sinclair, but with all due respect, I may be working for you, but you do not own my personal time. Given the abruptness and unexpected nature of these changes, you’ll have to forgive me because I can’t accommodate you,” she sneered at him before spinning on her heel and storming towards the door.
“She’s not usually this feisty. Just caught her by surprise, that’s all. Sweet as pie, normally, that one,” Carter apologized.
Carter was so dead.
“I don’t doubt it,” she heard Lucas say softly right before she exited the room. Minutes later, she slammed her office door.
Hard.
It wasn’t until she started pulling files out of her drawers that she realized her hands were shaking. Heart racing, she let the files slip to the floor. Paper scattered everywhere as she contemplated her circumstances. She had no idea if she was shaking from anger or arousal.
And that scared the hell out of her.
A firm knock sounded on the door.
She ignored it.
The knocking persisted and got louder right before it swung wide open. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
It wasn’t disappointment she felt when Liz breezed in.
It wasn’t.
She stomped over and thrust a thick stack of files at Liz. “It’s the last of Raj Corp. This is your fault, by the way.” She whirled around and started parsing out more files into different stacks on her desk.
“Are we going to go back to that?” Liz asked dryly. Silence met her question, so she kept on. “So our mysterious new client, Lucas Sinclair, is your Lucas?”
“He’s not my Lucas,” she grit out.
Liz wiggled her brows above sparkling blue eyes. “Met him over by the elevator bank as Carter was walking him out.” She let a low wolf whistle. “Girl friend . I nearly pulled the ring off my finger and hid it. If Mark looked like that , we’d be penniless and homeless because we’d be too busy getting busy instead of working. Can’t believe you walked away from that.. .”
Traitors. Traitors surrounded her. Absolutely no one was in her corner.
“Did you know they planned to have me working out of the pervert’s office? I’m supposed to leave my office and my clients, so I can walk into the lion’s lair!”
“Wait, what?”
Apparently this was news to her gossip hungry friend. She repeated herself and Liz scowled. “I can’t believe they’re taking you away from me,” she wailed.
“Liz, in case you haven’t noticed, this is not about you. I am the one who is being pulled out of everything so that I’m at the whim of some pervert.”
Her friend twisted her mouth. “First world problems, my friend. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating cookies,” she leered, her momentary snit forgotten. “Sign me up so I can join the harem, too.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Want some advice?” Liz offered.
“Do you remember what happened to me the last time I took your advice?” Sophie demanded heatedly. “No, absolutely not. Keep it to yourself.”
“You’re going about this all wrong,” her friend continued, ignoring her. “You can work this to your advantage.”
“How is this possibly going to benefit me?”
Liz smiled evilly. “When he stepped into the elevator, I told him to be careful when it hit the ground level because the elevator car had a tendency to vibrate .”
A horrified laugh bubbled out of her mouth. “You’re kidding me.”
Liz shook her head and smiled wickedly. “My love, it benefits you because you have the chance for revenge.”
"While he's making your life miserable, you can turn his into a living hell. Remember, you have the vagina. It is mysterious and magical and has goddess-like qualities. You think it was really Helen of Troy's face that launched a thousand ships? That might had been a small part of it, but I guarantee you that what was between her legs launched entire fleets. You have the power, you just need to learn how to use
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