Funke Obatunde has had enough of working under her girlfriend's rival, the Earl of Whitlam, Lucas Roland. She plans to start her own architectural firm and she knows just the right client to help her escape from the tyranny of the millionaire playbo...
I want to say that I was completely prepared for the meeting with Tosh and Harrigan. I'd done my research, I'd even beat some makeup on and tamed my hair into a straight ponytail. It had been about three weeks of beating out the plans with Luc and now that we were settled on the shape of the final project it was time to bring in the contractors. I'd been in meetings with Tosh and Harrigan before, not as the person running point, but enough to know what to expect and strategize on my approach. I was in a red jumpsuit which I hope says that I'm classy and ladylike and a warrior and not to be messed with and please take me seriously but also I'm not a threat to your masculinity. I needed them to think of me as somewhat of an equal, a colleague, because I'd need to work with contractors for my own firm and they were considered by many to be the best around.
They'd be great partners for my firm and this was an opportunity to start that working relationship. It was part of why I was here alone and not with Lucas, I need to establish myself as my own entity and this was a great first step at that. Their secretary, a hazel-eyed brunette with a low cut shirt and a wonderful buxom cleavage, smiles at me. I smile back and explain what I'm doing here, she says they'll shortly be with me in the conference room and then jumps up from her seat to lead me to it.
She opens the door, the same friendly smile on her face, her eyes sparkling hazel orbs of sensuality as I realize she wasn't smiling at me but someone in the room. I follow her gaze and guess who is here looking like a youth minister who used to be a Abercrombie model
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Poor secretary, I consider telling her he only looks at artsy brunettes with thick wing liner, flower crowns and sad blue eyes but before I can he turns his gaze to me. He looks over my outfit and I consider telling him to sod off or get me a stylist but I change tact.
"You came to babysit?" I tease in greeting as he pops up from his seat and towards me
"The last time I trusted you to meet with someone, Funke, you stole a great commission from right under me" he replies, his words soft and lush, a small smile on his lips
"Which commission? This commission? That we're working on together, now? Are you admitting I deserve it?" I wonder lightly
"That we're being forced to partner on this by my brother-in-law? I barely have any say in this entire project." he clarifies
"I'm so glad you keep bringing that up every tenth breath you take because if you didn't I'd surely forget it." I shrug up at him wondering exactly what this was
Were we supposed to hug? Shake hands? Kiss on the cheek? Dap up? He's just standing there even though it's clear to both of us that he got up from his seat for some kind of greeting ritual. We're just standing here like two absolute dimwits, bodies awkwardly close to each other as I consider just leaning in and hugging him to get it over with. Just a small friendly hug that says, hey I appreciate that you've been so supportive despite how utterly cruelly ambitious I've been. He's just staring at me too, probably considering how much shorter than him I was even with the heels. He's about to say something when the door opens again.
