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“Reuben is busy.”
“That’s Mr. Jones to you,” Kirsten snapped.
What the heck?
What a rude . . . bitch.
Yeah, she said it! Well, thought it.
“Get out of my way,” the other woman added.
“No,” she said firmly. “He’s busy, and you don’t have an appointment.”
“I don’t need an appointment,” the other woman drawled. “See, Reuben and I have a special relationship. You know what I’m saying?”
“Ew. Gross.” She couldn’t imagine ever touching this woman.
“Now listen, you dumpy, plain, chubby little country mouse. I get you might think you can catch his eye, but he’s far too good for the likes of you. He doesn’t need a chuck steak when he can have filet mignon.”
“Actually, there are a lot of nice things you can do with chuck steak. I have some recipes if you want them. Some of them go very nicely with creamed corn. Or corn on the cob. Or even corn hash.”
“I don’t want your stupid recipes. What I want is for you to get your ugly ass away from that door!”
Kirsten reached out and grabbed her wrist hard, tugging her away from the door.
And, wow, she was strong. Just as she grabbed Faith, though, the door behind her opened. An arm wrapped around Faith’s middle and suddenly she was pulled out of Kirsten’s grasp and placed firmly behind Reuben’s back.
“Reuben! Your assistant was so rude! And she refused to let you know I was here!”
“That’s not true!” Faith protested, moving around to Reuben’s side. “Okay, maybe it’s a bit true. But she didn’t believe me when I said that you were busy. She was just going to barge in. Which is very rude.”
“Faith, stop,” he said in a low, dark voice.
What? Was he really going to take her side? Kirsten sent her a superior look.
“But—” Faith said.
“Did I put you behind me?” he interrupted her.
“Um, I guess.” What did that have to do with anything?
“Then get back behind me and stay there,” he ordered.
Whoa.
She scurried behind him into his office. And then he went and shut the door. With her on one side and him on the other with Kirsten.
“Hey!” She reached for the door handle.
“I wouldn’t do that,” a voice warned.
She jumped with a cry. She’d forgotten about Reuben’s meeting.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. We weren’t introduced. I’m Tariq.” The man stood and offered his hand. “I’m a friend of Reuben’s.”
Tariq was a handsome-looking guy with dark hair and a charming smile. She could see how women would fall at his feet.
Too bad, she seemed to only have eyes for a scowly, grumbly, dictatorial man. Not that she was looking for a man.
