Page 7 of Mostly My Girlfriend
Speaking of the devil, the elevator doors dinged and slid open. Ethan walked out with a casual wave for Jordyn—I’d forbidden him to have sex with any of my assistants, much to Jordyn’s disappointment.
Although, in the past five years we’d been working together, I had to give him credit for not using his company as a private dating pool. Instead, he’d focused on supermodels.
Lots and lots of supermodels.
He sat on the edge of my desk, facing me. “Where are we on the Cameron merger?”
“You need to be patient,” I told him.
“Not sure if you’ve met me, but I don’t reallydopatience.”
I shot Jordyn a glare. “Go back and sit on Scott until he talks,” I told her.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I was only two years older than Jordyn and I’m pretty sure she called me ma’am just get under my skin. She was efficient, hardworking, and predicted my needs, which made me tolerate the ma’am comment and her fangirl crush on Ethan. But just barely.
Jordyn left but Ethan didn’t. “You have your own floor, you know,” I said, reminding him of his penthouse office above mine.
“I like your office better. It has you in it.”
I rolled my eyes, which made him laugh.
“Listen, more seriously, Daniel’s wedding.”
Daniel and Kaylee were getting married this weekend. Daniel had long since given up his dreams of stock-car racing and the girlfriend who had gone along with them. When he met Kaylee in his third year of law school, everyone had known that was it for him.
True love, he’d told me and Ethan. And I believed it was.
I had new shoes and a new dress, and I was planning on getting my groove on.
“What about it?”
“You’re not bringinganyone,are you?”
He was talking about David. Whom I’d had exactly three dates with before he realized I was already married to my job. To put it bluntly, my dating life sucked. But anytime I was dating anyone, Ethan usually disapproved.
It wasn’t exactly rocket science to know why. He wanted me focused totally on the business.
“No. Why? Because if you think I’m going to spend the wedding chatting with your supermodel of choice, I’m not. They don’t eat or drink anything, which makes me nervous.”
“I’m not bringing anyone. That was my point. We should go together.”
I shrugged. I didn’t see an issue with it. “That’s fine.”
“You’ll let me know about the merger?”
“As soon as I know, you’ll know.”
“This is going to be fun, Jules. I have a feeling.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the wedding or the merger, but I went with the wedding.
“As long as I get to drink and dance, I agree.”
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The wedding
