Page 37 of One Taste
She glances at her wrist. “Any minute.”
“Is there anything else I should know?”
The last thing I need today is anything unexpected. It’s bad enough I didn’t get to meet or research him since my sister withheld his name and contact information. Mix in the tiny bit of self-doubt, and we’ll have ourselves a fucking mess of a day.
Madison’s brow furrows, and the small wrinkles in her forehead show. “Well…”
Fuck.“What, Madison?”
She turns and looks out my window at the view of New York City as she says, “He isn’t exactly a he…”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
She takes a deep breath and turns back to face me. “I hired a woman, Sebastian.”
A loud groan erupts from my throat.
“Madison…”
Her hands go up in defense. “I know. I know.”
“Do you?” I ask.
I have no issues with a woman in charge, but in this industry, a lot of men are old school and don’t think women belong in business. As if hiring my interim boss wasn’t bad enough, Madison picked a woman.
“Do you know how much respect I will lose when this is all said and done? You think any of the old bastards on the company boards will want to work with a guy who had to have a woman come in and do his job? Reputation is everything in this business.”
“But you said yourself, she was a nice find.”
It doesn’t matter. “She is, but it won’t matter to them.”
“Change has to start somewhere,” Madison argues. “Plus, she could be a big draw for companies run by women and companies for women—”
Madison’s voice cuts off as there’s a knock on the office door.
“Keep an open mind, Sebastian,” she says. “I’ve never steered you wrong before. I’m the one person you never have to worry about having your back. Trust me.”
She calls out to the person on the other side to come in before I can say another word.
Our heads both swing towardthe door, and the first thing I see is a pair of gorgeous toned legs accompanied by a pair of red high heels.
Everything happens in slow motion, and I try to keep up with it, but I’m so fucking shocked. My gaze travels up from the red high heels and her perfectly toned legs, and when I see her face, I can’t fucking believe it.
It’s her.
“Good morning,” Madison says as she crosses my office and greets the woman before turning back to me. “Sebastian, this is Devin Miller. Devin, this is Sebastian Brooks.”
Devin.
Devin from Friday night. The same woman I chased to Penn Station. The woman who screamed myname and came all over my fingers, mouth, and cock. It’s my princess, and she’s standing in the doorway of my office in the same red fuck-me high heels she had digging in my ass. Her chocolate brown locks are curled and tussled over her shoulder, and she looks as shocked as I do.
You have to be fucking kidding.
As if my life wasn’t already complicated enough.
Devin
The first thing I noticeis Madison’s beautiful white smile gleaming up at me in excitement. As I turn my head toward the man next to her, everything freezes.
