Page 91 of Brassy Bigwig

His eyes glimmer with lust, and his tongue darts out over his lower lip at my response.

“Be careful what you wish for, théa.”

“You’re insatiable.”

He stalks toward me, his eyes glued to mine. I see a promise in them, like he wants to prove to me just how insatiable he actually is. Just before he stops at my desk, the phone rings. I have to clear my throat, breaking free of his lustful spell in order to speak.

“Dimitrios Andino’s office,” I answer.

“Emilia Karylyle for Dimitri.” The woman on the other end is short and almost hostile in her response.

Covering the receiver, I whisper to D, “Emilia Karylyle?”

The lust vanishes from D’s face immediately before he responds.

“I’ll call her back.”

“He’s unavailable at the moment, but I will leave him a message.”

There’s no response on the other end. I don’t hear any background noise, either.

“Hello?” I check to see if she’s still there, but I don’t receive a response.

Placing the receiver into the cradle, I turn back to D.

“She hung up,” I shrug. “Weird, she called you Dimitri.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t important anyway. I’ll order in from Delray.” Winking, he turns on his heel and saunters back into his office.

* * *

After our prospective clients leave, and as I help D clean up lunch in the board room, I hear the sound of high heels clamoring across the marble floor in the lobby just outside. Both mine and D’s heads snap toward the sound.

“I’ll go see who it is,” I tell D.

“No I—” he begins to protest, but I’m already out the door.

As soon as I step into the hallway, my anxiety shoots through the roof. I watch her as she sashays her way across the marble floor, dressed impeccably as always, but she’s about as welcome as a case of measles.

“Mom? What are you doing here?”

“Well, it’s lovely to see you too, Chloe.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t expect you to be here. Is everything okay?”

“Well, I should ask you the same quest—” something behind me cuts her off, and I know exactly what it is.

She may be my mother, but the amount of rage I feel toward her at the moment is completely warranted. Her eyes practically glow when they land on D. I feel his presence as he walks behind me and stands to the side of my desk.

“Hello, Genevieve Moreau. You must be Dimitrios Andino.”

She approaches him, offering him her hand like she’s the Queen of fucking England, and he should fall at her feet.

She’s unbelievable.

Taking it in a firm shake, and without validating her shameless flirting, he nods to her.

“Very nice to meet you, Ms. Moreau.”

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