One Hell of a Guy: The Cambion Trilogy, Book 1 by Tammi Labrecque
Authors: Tammi Labrecque
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eyes.
“Can I help you?” she asked coolly.
“Yeah,” Lily said, crossing to stand in front of her. “I guess I have an appointment with Sebastian.”
The woman tapped a few keys on the keyboard in front of her and frowned. “I’m sorry; Mr. Batiste doesn’t have anything scheduled —”
“He called me,” Lily interrupted, in no mood for any kind of runaround.
Before they had a chance to get into it, though, the door behind the desk opened and another young woman came out — equally as stunning as the first, this one blonde instead of brunette, long-haired rather than short.
“Are you Ms. Randall?” she asked.
Lily nodded.
“It’s okay, Pamela,” the blonde said, “Sebastian sent me out to get her.”
The brunette nodded and the blonde woman gestured that Lily should follow her.
The door opened into a long hallway; there were several doors on either side, all closed, and a glass wall at the end through which Lily could see another enormous desk, currently unmanned.
Once they were in the hallway, the blonde held out her hand and Lily shook it.
“I’m Renee,” she said, and her tone was warm and friendly. “Sorry for the trouble. Sebastian got caught on an international call and didn’t have time to let Pamela know you were coming. He only just sent me a message to come see if you’d arrived.”
She led the way down the hall, passing all the doors without slowing, and pushed open a nearly-invisible door in the glass wall at the end. Crossing to the desk, she leaned over and pushed a button on the phone. “She’s here,” she said without preamble, and Sebastian’s voice replied, “Send her in, please.”
Renee pointed to the only other door in the room and took a seat behind the desk. Lily approached the door and pushed it open, feeling a little strange despite having been invited in. Every light fixture, every piece of furniture, was subtly opulent in a way that made her feel like a bit of a country bumpkin even though she’d been in some of the most expensive places in the city for her job.
Her job that she didn’t have anymore, thanks to Mr. Sebastian Batiste.
Okay, thanks to Mr. Sebastian Batiste and her own wayward, uncontrollable libido.
Unless Miri and Matthew were on to something, in which case her libido had very little to do with it.
Sebastian was standing in front of his desk rather than sitting behind it, looking delectable in a charcoal-gray suit that probably cost half a year's rent.
She shut the door behind her and just looked at him.
“Lily,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asked, warily, staying by the door rather than let him get near her again.
“For whatever part I played in this situation,” he said. “I’ve been trying to figure out if there was a way I could help you —”
“I’ll be fine,” she said. It skirted close enough to the edge of lying that she felt a little twinge of nausea. Damn it , she thought, I will be fine. Just because I don’t know how yet, doesn’t make it untrue.
“I’m sure that, one way or another, you will,” he said. “But come, sit down. I have a proposal.”
He moved behind the desk, and she came forward and sat on the edge of a visitor’s chair. Once she was seated, he took his own seat and leaned back in his chair, looking at her appraisingly.
“Are you familiar with Luxury Lifestyles?” he asked her.
She nodded. Luxury Lifestyles was a magazine that consisted entirely of photoessays chronicling the lifestyles of the extraordinarily rich. From the Kardashians to the Saudi oil barons, if you had more money than you knew what to do with, the readers of Luxury Lifestyles wanted to know what you were doing with it. Word in the magazine world was they couldn’t get Sebastian Batiste to give them the time of day.
“They have been, for some time now, aggressively pursuing the chance to feature me in their magazine.” He smiled. “I have turned them down, every time.”
“You have
“Can I help you?” she asked coolly.
“Yeah,” Lily said, crossing to stand in front of her. “I guess I have an appointment with Sebastian.”
The woman tapped a few keys on the keyboard in front of her and frowned. “I’m sorry; Mr. Batiste doesn’t have anything scheduled —”
“He called me,” Lily interrupted, in no mood for any kind of runaround.
Before they had a chance to get into it, though, the door behind the desk opened and another young woman came out — equally as stunning as the first, this one blonde instead of brunette, long-haired rather than short.
“Are you Ms. Randall?” she asked.
Lily nodded.
“It’s okay, Pamela,” the blonde said, “Sebastian sent me out to get her.”
The brunette nodded and the blonde woman gestured that Lily should follow her.
The door opened into a long hallway; there were several doors on either side, all closed, and a glass wall at the end through which Lily could see another enormous desk, currently unmanned.
Once they were in the hallway, the blonde held out her hand and Lily shook it.
“I’m Renee,” she said, and her tone was warm and friendly. “Sorry for the trouble. Sebastian got caught on an international call and didn’t have time to let Pamela know you were coming. He only just sent me a message to come see if you’d arrived.”
She led the way down the hall, passing all the doors without slowing, and pushed open a nearly-invisible door in the glass wall at the end. Crossing to the desk, she leaned over and pushed a button on the phone. “She’s here,” she said without preamble, and Sebastian’s voice replied, “Send her in, please.”
Renee pointed to the only other door in the room and took a seat behind the desk. Lily approached the door and pushed it open, feeling a little strange despite having been invited in. Every light fixture, every piece of furniture, was subtly opulent in a way that made her feel like a bit of a country bumpkin even though she’d been in some of the most expensive places in the city for her job.
Her job that she didn’t have anymore, thanks to Mr. Sebastian Batiste.
Okay, thanks to Mr. Sebastian Batiste and her own wayward, uncontrollable libido.
Unless Miri and Matthew were on to something, in which case her libido had very little to do with it.
Sebastian was standing in front of his desk rather than sitting behind it, looking delectable in a charcoal-gray suit that probably cost half a year's rent.
She shut the door behind her and just looked at him.
“Lily,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asked, warily, staying by the door rather than let him get near her again.
“For whatever part I played in this situation,” he said. “I’ve been trying to figure out if there was a way I could help you —”
“I’ll be fine,” she said. It skirted close enough to the edge of lying that she felt a little twinge of nausea. Damn it , she thought, I will be fine. Just because I don’t know how yet, doesn’t make it untrue.
“I’m sure that, one way or another, you will,” he said. “But come, sit down. I have a proposal.”
He moved behind the desk, and she came forward and sat on the edge of a visitor’s chair. Once she was seated, he took his own seat and leaned back in his chair, looking at her appraisingly.
“Are you familiar with Luxury Lifestyles?” he asked her.
She nodded. Luxury Lifestyles was a magazine that consisted entirely of photoessays chronicling the lifestyles of the extraordinarily rich. From the Kardashians to the Saudi oil barons, if you had more money than you knew what to do with, the readers of Luxury Lifestyles wanted to know what you were doing with it. Word in the magazine world was they couldn’t get Sebastian Batiste to give them the time of day.
“They have been, for some time now, aggressively pursuing the chance to feature me in their magazine.” He smiled. “I have turned them down, every time.”
“You have
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