Something Real (Whiskey Men, #2)(9)

She nods and juts her chin out. “Yes. I was sleeping with him, but that is over. He decided to stay with his wife.”

Dumbfounded, I sit back in my seat. I don’t even know where to go from here. Before I can say anything, the conference door opens, and instead of Lucas, who I’m expecting, it’s Ford. He smiles when he spots me. “There you are.” He tilts his head to the side with a worried look on his face. “You okay?”

I nod and glance across the table at Ms. Jones before looking at him. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’m helping Lucas with an interview. Ms. Jones, this is Ford Blaze. He’s the CEO of Blaze Whiskey.”

She stands up and practically glides around the table to him. She shakes his hand by wrapping both hers around it. Ford takes it all in stride, though. I think he’s used to being hit on by women. I barely resist rolling my eyes. “Do you need me for something?” I ask Ford.

He pulls his hand from Ms. Jones’ and turns away from her. “Yeah. When you’re done, can you stop in my office?”

I nod. “Sure, this shouldn’t take long.”

He nods, waving over his shoulder as Ms. Jones gushes goodbye to him. As soon as the door closes behind him, she’s turning on me. “My God! How do you get any work done around here? I’d be too busy looking at the décor.”

“Décor?” I stutter.

She nods emphatically. “What else would you call it? Lucas is hot, but Ford is Daddy Hot.”

I feel as if my eyes pop out of my head. “Excuse me? Daddy hot?”

Ms. Jones shrugs her shoulders. “Come on, that silver head of hair, deep voice, strong jawline, and those lips.” She starts to fan herself. “He is H-O-T.”

As soon as she sits back down in her chair, Lucas comes in. “Sorry to keep you waiting, ladies. Now—”

I hold Ms. Jones' resume in my hands and cut Lucas off. “It’s okay. The interview is over. Ms. Jones, unfortunately, I don’t think you’ll be a good fit for the company. Thank you for coming in. I’ll be happy to show you out.”

Her mouth drops, and when she closes it, she’s glaring at me. “Mr. Blaze was supposed to interview me, not you.”

Lucas is taken back by my attitude and seems shocked as he looks between me and the other woman. I hold up her resume. “It says here that you worked at Jasper Mountain Coaster from 2020 through 2022. It didn’t open until the end of 2021. You admitted to only typing twenty-five words a minute, and the job description requires more. When I asked about your previous work, you admitted to doing a little typing, scheduling, and having an affair with your boss. You said that you didn’t know how you’d get any work done with all the hot men in the building. Now, while here, you’ve talked inappropriately about Lucas and then called Ford ‘Daddy Hot.’ Unfortunately, I believe you are a lawsuit waiting to happen, and like I said, not a good fit.” I turn to Lucas. “Of course, if you would like to interview her—”

He cuts me off, holding both his hands up. “Nope, it sounds like you got it.” He turns to Ms. Jones. “Thank you for coming in, but the interview is over. I’ll see you out.”

I know I should let him do it, but I stand up and hold the door open. “No, really. I’ll be happy to see Ms. Jones out the door.”

Lucas almost looks worried. I don’t know if he thinks I’m going to start a fight or what, but he doesn’t argue with me about it. Ms. Jones huffs loudly and stands up. She glares at me as she walks past, and I follow behind her, making sure she makes it all the way to the exit. When I mutter “good riddance” as the door closes behind her, I turn and run almost directly into Lucas.

He’s rubbing his hand across his chin. “Thank you for handling that, Lilian.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Sorry if I overstepped—”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You didn’t overstep. My brothers and I appreciate everything you do here. I know you have the company’s best interests at heart.”

I nod. “Okay, uh, Ford asked to see me when we were done. Do you need anything from me today?”

He waves his hand in front of himself. “No, you have everything caught up. I’m good.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Issi’s going to drop my phone off. I’m going to meet her outside if any of my brothers are looking for me.”

I start walking toward my desk. “Tell Issi I said hi.”

He hollers he will as he walks out the door.

I grab a pad of paper and a pen off my desk before making my way to Ford’s office. The whole way, I’m trying to convince myself that I did the right thing. I ended the interview because she was inappropriate. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she was lusting after Ford. I was not jealous.





Ford





“How did the interview go?” I ask Lilian when she knocks on my open door. I was actually happy to learn that someone had come in for an interview, but when I walked in earlier, it didn’t seem like it was going well.

She purses her lips. “She wasn’t a good fit.”

I don’t question her reasoning. Lilian is usually a good judge of people.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I know it’s hard on you doing the work of two people.”