Page 47 of Conflict
Cheyenne raises a dark eyebrow and interrupts. “Now?”
“I met someone who’s changed my plans.”
The Callahan glower deepens when his fiancée sighs. She pinches his nipple. I flinch in solidarity.
Sawyer, unfazed, grips her wrist and pulls her into his lap. “Let’s say you have changed. What am I supposed to think about my rival CFO sniffing around one of my accountants when Filiatrault is putting both our finance teams under extreme scrutiny?”
God dammit. I was hoping that part would slip his mind.
He continues. “That’s got to be some sort of conflict of interest, even if I can’t think of what.”
I raise an eyebrow at the woman in his lap. “You’d be the one to know all about conflicts of interest, wouldn’t you, Callahan?”
When his gaze narrows, I’m quick to continue.
“If I wanted to use a woman to get the details of what Wellsley-Callahan is doing, I could’ve done so a long time ago.”
It’s cocky, I know, but it’s the truth.
“Is that so?” he replies, and I realize it was the wrong way to phrase that.
“We both know it,” I tell him, and Cheyenne nods her agreeance. Yep, she’s getting the most expensive thing on her wedding registry. “Plus, do you really think I’m the kind of man who would use a woman to get ahead?”
His gaze narrows, but then he sighs. “Of course not. It’s the only reason we’re still having this conversation. But the thing is, I’m not a matchmaker, Wellington. I’m in charge of keeping the business running, just like you.”
I turn my gaze to Cheyenne. “That’s where you come in.”
She claps her hands together. “Oh, fantastic! If there’s one thing I know, it’s marketing.” She pauses, raking her gaze up and down my body. “And, with you, I have a feeling my job is going to be very, very easy.”
Sawyer glances between us and groans at the beaming grin on her face. “I suppose I have no choice. But I’m warning you. Hurt her and the rivalry between Wellsley and your father will seem like nothing compared to what I’ll do to you.”
I grin because that’s one threat that’ll never come to fruition.
