Page 47 of For Your Consideration

“Knight,” I barked. The rest of the guys went quiet as he looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. “Is Quinn at work?”

He frowned and tilted his head to look at me. “Of course she is.”

“Do we think he’s microchipped her yet?” Oli asked, looking at Knight.

“He asked me if it was possible.” Jaxson smiled as he threw him under the bus.

“I just wanted to know if we could put it on her ring,” Knight muttered, not looking at all called out. He thought it was logical. “Why?” he asked me.

“Did she say if Sutton was in today?”

“Interesting,” Will mused.

“Didn’t ask her about her employees’ whereabouts, no.” Knight looked like he was fighting off a smile.

I ground my teeth together for a moment before I shook my head and stood up from the table. Quinn hadn’t responded to my text with the same question and I wasn’t going to blow up her phone. “Fine. Oli, we need to leave.”

“Great, now I’m stuck with an extra grumpy Asher. It was bad enough that we’re having to see Scott Services and Investments,” Oli muttered as he pushed up from the table, referring to the client we were going to meet that wasn’t delivering.

“Looks like Ash should have stayed in the sauna for longer,” Noah added.

I ignored all the men’s goodbyes as we headed downstairs to my truck.

Knight liked having a driver, mostly because it was Arthur, but I preferred driving. It was less practical in London but here I had no problem getting myself around.

Oli kept shooting me glances but I wasn’t going to talk first, so instead I just kept driving. An alarm went off on my phone as we stopped at a light. I checked it quickly before locking it. When the light turned green, I changed lanes and went left.

The timer was the one I’d set when I hadn’t heard back from Sutton by the time I normally did. I’d told myself that if I didn’t hear from her in three hours, then I would do something about it. I didn’t know what to do with feelings like this; I wasn’t exactly used to them.

“Uh, Asher buddy?” I glanced over at Oli before looking back at the road. “Meeting isn’t this direction.”

“Taking a detour,” I muttered as we continued out of downtown.

“Does this have anything to do with your question to Knight?”

I didn’t bother answering him. Instead Oli let out a laugh and shook his head, pulling out his phone. “Hi, this is Oliver Thorton. I just wanted to give you a heads up that we’re going to be late to our meeting with Scott.”

I hated being late but sometimes it was necessary. Like today.

Ten minutes later we were pulling up outside the Maria Knight Memorial Fund offices. I tossed the hazards on and got out, leaving my car idling up front. It wasn’t blocking any parking spots and I didn’t give a shit if they towed my car.

Throwing the office door open, I nodded at the front receptionist and didn’t pause on my way back. I was vaguely aware of Oli following behind me but I didn’t care. My chest was tight, hands clenched as I turned the corner to find Sutton’s desk empty.

“Fuck.” I ran a hand over my head, heading straight to Quinn’s office. Thankfully the door was open so I didn’t have to storm in.

As I did, both women turned to look at me. I crossed my arms, some of the tension in my chest lessening at seeing her face.

“Asher?” Quinn stood up, her eyes bouncing behind me briefly. “Is everything okay?”

Great, Oli had followed me all the way in which meant he was probably ready to text it all to the group chat. None of that mattered though as my eyes landed on the blonde woman who had turned in the seat with surprise on her face.

“Is everything okay?”

At my question, Sutton’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Me?” she asked, pointing at her chest, looking back at Quinn.

“Yes.”