Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)(8)

That would have been weird, right?

There was no way he saw me that way. And of course, I didn’t think about him like that either. But it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes. Well, not my eyes, but other women’s eyes. I was sure he was easy on their eyes. My eyes knew not to look at him.

I wouldn’t deny my eyes were thankful he didn’t have a weird comb-over or nose hairs or crusty lips. But Kline Brooks was business, not pleasure. He wouldn’t touch me, and I sure as hell wouldn’t touch him.

“Georgia?” he asked, pulling me from my rambling inner monologue.

Shit.

“Sorry.” I shook the awkward thoughts out of my head. “I will definitely keep you updated on the Sure Romance contract, Mr. Brooks. I’m planning on signatures being finalized by the end of this week.”

“Good to hear.” He rapped his knuckles twice against the doorframe in that way only a man can pull off. “Thank you.”

And with that, through the glass walls of my office, I watched as Kline Brooks strode down the hall with purpose. I knew that look well. Either someone was ready for lunch or they were about two minutes late for a meeting.

Before I could resume the task of responding to the morning’s emails, Dean walked into my office, a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. “Got a minute, sweet cheeks?”

“Of course.” I shut my laptop, giving him my full attention.

He plopped his Prada-wearing ass in the leather seat across from my desk. Dean kept grinning like the f*cking Cheshire Cat as he slid a Hallmark card across my laptop.

I raised an eyebrow. “Why are you smiling like that? It’s creepy, dude.”

“So, Tits McGee put this card on my desk,” he sing-songed. “Of course, this was after she practically shoved her cleavage in my face.” The wide smile turned to irritation. “That girl has about the worst gaydar I’ve ever seen.”

“Aw, poor Dean. So attractive that single women are throwing themselves at him,” I teased.

“Well, you’re about to be thanking poor Dean here in a minute.” He nodded toward the card. “Go ahead and read it, sassy pants. I think you might want to make some changes.”

Huh? I glanced at the front, reading the sentiment. It was, by all accounts, a sympathy card. Someone in the office must have had a death in the family. I opened it and read through everyone’s thoughtful responses.



I’m so very sorry for your loss, Mary. -Patty

You’re in my thoughts and prayers. -Meryl

Please let us know if there’s anything we can do. -Gary



My coworkers were really sweet. That much was apparent.



Lots of love and prayers being sent your way through this difficult time. -Laura

HAPPY! HAPPY! JOY! JOY! Have a great day celebrating! -Georgia



Oh, f*ck.

I read it again just to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

My Ren & Stimpy reference wasn’t all that funny when written in the center of someone’s CONDOLENCE CARD.

“Fucking Leslie,” I spat. “She threw a bunch of cards on my desk and said they were birthday cards.”

Dean proceeded to lose his shit, his cackling laughs echoing inside my office.

I glared at him. “It’s not that funny.”

“Oh, hell yes it is. You referenced Ren & Stimpy on a sympathy card,” he wheezed.

Seriously, f*ck you, Leslie. Fuck you, hard.

I was convinced I could blame her for everything wrong in my life.

Lost my keys? Goddammit, Leslie!

Missed the subway? Fuck you very much, Leslie.

Another awful dick pic sent to my phone? You’re such an *, Leslie.

I sighed. “I’m not even sure how to fix this.”

“White out?” he suggested, still laughing like a lunatic.

“Please.” I waved my hand at him. “Continue to giggle your ass off at my expense.”

“This was literally the highlight of my day. When I read it, I about fell out of my chair from laughing so hard. Pretty sure everyone in the office heard me. Even Meryl was giving me the stink eye.”

“Glad to know I’m brightening someone’s workday.”

He smirked, standing up and snatching the card out of my incompetent hands. “Let’s just throw this card out. I’ll have Meryl send flowers to Mary’s house from everyone in the office.”

I let out a breath of relief. “I’m in full support of this plan. I’ll even chip in fifty bucks.”

“Perfect.”

“Hey, you’re throwing that card out, right?” I asked before he made his way out of my office doors.

He only responded with a shrug and a few more cackles.

Dean was such a bitch. If I didn’t love him so much, I’d have definitely disowned his designer-tag-wearing ass.

As his laughter faded, the annoying crescendo that signaled a text on my phone built.

I grabbed it quickly, knowing if I didn’t read it now, I wouldn’t remember it until the end of the day.



Cassie: I just watched the police arrest two guys for f*cking right up against a wall on Broadway.



Not sure how to respond, I said the only thing that came to mind.