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I smirk darkly. “I would highly recommend you don’t, Alexandra. Ward and I have made the decision, and I expect you to fulfill your contractual obligations. Not question us.”
She has the decency to nod.
“Fair enough. Then I recommend we do our best with Payton. Have her spend half her time in the WME offices and the other half here.”
No fucking way.
Laughing her idea off the table is tempting with the mood I’m in, but unfortunately, it’s a smart one. Damn it.
I ignore my cock, which is pressing against my pants at the thought of having that sexy little thing with her pretty eyes and deep cleavage in my office regularly.
It’s also a really bad idea.
For me.
But Alexandra is right. If we were going to meet the launch early, and counter this aggressive move by Flounce, we need to make sure we have an incredible campaign ready to go early for our Spring/Summer Collection.
Which means Payton needs to integrate and work closely with the Verity & Co. brand team... and me.
Shit.
“Fine. I’ll have a desk set up for her,” I say as Alexandra lifts her black executive folder off the boardroom table and hugs it to her chest.
“Good.”
I pocket my mobile phone and drink down the rest of my drink.
“Why don’t you take her back with you now and introduce her to the team?” she says.
Now she’s pushing her luck.
“Because, Alexandra, I have other meetings to attend.” I don’t bother hiding the irritation this time. My patience is up. “Tell Payton to be at the WME offices at eight sharp. Unstained.”
I pull open the door and stride through the office.
Just as I’m about to turn the corner which leads to the elevators, I sharply glance to my right and spot Payton.
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
Her big, nervous eyes meet mine as she jolts in surprise. Once again, her lips parts and I immediately imagine her on her knees begging for my cock.
Fucking hell.
We have six weeks until launch. After that, I am having Alexandra replace her. I’m not missing out on my birthright for a quick hot fuck.
ON THE WAY back to the Montgomery offices, my phone rings. It’s Levis.
I know Dad spoke to the boys and Bella last night about stepping down. A part of me hopes they talked him out of it, but I know they won’t have.
I push answer on my steering wheel.
“Hey, little brother.”
“You ever going to stop calling me that?” Levis asks.
I grin. “Never. Even if you do actually gain another inch and end up taller than me.”
“Could happen,” he mutters.
