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"So did I. I located a supplier that had enough, and now they don’t."
"Who are they?"
"Salvaggio International," I said, sighing. "We have a good relationship and give them plenty of business."
"I feel they’re giving me a hard time on purpose. The rep I deal with is an asshole."
Oliver bent down to give me a kiss, and despite his protests, left Trouble on the bed. He then went to get his phone, pacing the floor while waiting for the call to connect. He disappeared into the closet, and I heard him talking. A few minutes later, he came out with a smile on his face.
"Problem solved," he announced, his eyes twinkling.
“I spoke to Benito Salvaggio.”
I sat up and Trouble jumped off the bed. “You make one phone call and fix it. I wanted to fix it. It’s my job.”
“Sweetheart, stop getting worked up.”
“If they had the tiles then they were jerking me around. Why?” I asked.
“Benito is checking on that.”
I had a feeling I knew exactly why the rep did it. Johnny Salvaggio, fucking punk, was giving me a hard time. I met with him two months ago to discuss flooring selections. He was one of those guys who didn’t like to get his hands dirty. He wore expensive Armani suits and got his nails polished with a clear coat.
We met at his office and several times as we discussed options, I saw him staring at my breasts. It made me uncomfortable, but I had a job to do. When we were finished, he asked me for drinks even though he knew I was engaged to Oliver. I declined and ever since then, he’d been giving me a hard time, even refusing to speak with the contractor.
“The rep wants to fuck me,” I said flatly, watching Oliver as he came out of the closet in a pair of gray boxers. His eyes narrowed immediately.
“Excuse me? How do you know that’s the reason?” His tone was sharp, protective.
“Because he said it in so many words.”
Oliver crossed his arms, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “So many words how, exactly?”
I sighed, recalling the uncomfortable meeting. “Oliver, the first time I met him, he was staring down my blouse. It made me feel dirty. At the end of our meeting, he asked me for drinks, and of course, I declined. Ever since then, he’s been giving me a hard time.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this?” he demanded, frustration evident in his voice.
“Because I don’t need my fiancé fighting my battles. If I’m going to work in this field, I need to toughen up,” I replied, meeting his intense gaze.
“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” he muttered, fists clenched at his sides.
“Let it go. He’s Benito’s son, and we have to work with Salvaggio again.”
“That doesn’t mean he can sexually harass you.”
“I agree, but I won’t deal with them again. Next time, I’ll have Henri handle it.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softening.
“It’s not your fault. You think this is the first time?”
“Why don’t you tell me these things?” he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
“Because you’re busy with your own stuff. As long as they keep their hands to themselves, I can deal with them.”
“But you shouldn’t have to.”
“I agree, but this business is male-dominated, and if I want to play with the big boys, I need to take my licks.”
