Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(26)

I had to calm down.

It was going to be fine.

‘Deep breaths Reese’ I repeated over and over in my head.

My phone buzzed on the bedside unit, I reached across and grabbed it. An unknown number flashed up on my screen.

Unknown:

Reese,

We are sitting in front of a judge in three weeks, Friday. Earliest I could get us in.

I’ll pick you up and we will go together.

Killian.





I let out a sigh of relief. Three weeks.

That’s all I had to get through.





CHAPTER 12





Sunday whizzed by in a blink of an eye. I hated that the weekends passed too quickly. Stepping into the office Monday morning, I dumped my bag on my desk to see a pile of paperwork.

Brilliant.

This is not what I signed up for and I was still no closer to getting where I wanted to be. Hanging my trench coat up on the coat hook behind me, I pulled my chair out when the phone rang. It was Adele’s line. I quickly glanced down to my bare finger, relief washing over me that I remembered to take the tacky gold ring off as I walked into the office. I shoved it into my pocket.

“Yup.” My tone was curt and to the point.

“Office.” So was hers.

Happy Monday.

Pressing the phone back into its cradle, I stood straight and held my head high as I walked into her office, knocking before I did.

“You wanted to see me,” I smiled as I stood in the doorway, Adele was sitting scrolling on the mouse of her computer.

She called me in using her free hand. Closing the door behind me I sat down.

A few moments passed before she looked at me, her hands crossing over on her desk.

“So, over the weekend I have been thinking about what you said. How we need to appeal more to the clientele that we want.” I nodded. “And one of our investors also agreed with you. He overheard the conversation on Friday.”

Killian.

I felt my skin prickle in goosebumps. I run my hands up and down my forearm trying to get rid of them.

“Oh.” I managed, breathlessly.

“I would like for you to organise something to suit Harlen. I want you to wow him, and if, and I know… it’s a big if, but if you sign him… you’ll be promoted.” She forced a sickly smile across her face.

Wow, gee… thanks.

“That would be amazing.” I beamed, a genuine smile on my face.

“You have one week,” her tone was clipped as she turned slightly to face her desk.

Fuck.

“One week?” I stammered as I repeated her last words.

“Mmhm,” she hummed as she nodded, “what’s wrong? Are you not up for the challenge?”

“Oh, I am. I just wanted to make sure I heard you right.” I fiddled with my fingers on my lap.

“Good, and that paperwork on your desk. I need it back by midday.” Her eyes left mine as she shooed me away with her hand.

Double fuck.

Pushing off the chair, I quickly exited her office and closed the door behind me. How in the hell was I going to land Harlen Laufer in a week! Sitting back at my desk I dropped my head into my hands. What to do, what to do.

I pulled my phone out of my bag and tapped Connie’s name into it.

Me: Bitch face, you up yet?





My eyes glued to the screen, I waited for the ticks to appear.

Connie: Just. What’s up?





Me: I need help. I need to land Harlen Laufer in a week.





Even typing the words made me panic.

Connie: Holy fuck. Yeah, you’re screwed.





I rolled my eyes.

Me: Thanks dickhead, how am I going to get him?





Connie: You’re not.





Jeez, thanks for the vote of confidence.

I dropped the phone back in my bag and opened the internet. I could do this. I done this in my sleep back in England.

Pulling up his social media profile I clicked through his pictures. It was either him with his vamp teeth and blood, or his body. And man, did he have a body.

“Busy, are we?” Killian’s voice floated over me like silk. Panicked, I slammed my laptop screen down.

“I am actually, aren’t you?” I argued back.

“Not particularly,” he pulled his hand out of his pocket and looked at his nails. I noticed he still had his ring on.

“I’ll be honest, that’s not something I want to be seeing my wife look at,” his voice was low, gruff and totally hot.

My eyes widened.

“Quiet.” I pressed my finger to my lips shhing him. “And why have you still got your ring on?”

“More importantly, why haven’t you got your ring on?” his brows sat high in his forehead.

“Because I don’t need to have it on.”

“Are you, or are you not married to me?” he stepped forward, both palms pressed down on my desk.

“Unfortunately.” My voice is steady.

“Then, while we are married, you wear your ring.” He cocks his head, a delicious smile creeping onto his face.

“I don’t want to.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to… I am telling you,” his tone grew more serious, his eyes ablaze with fury.