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I hesitated, wanting to say more, but not sure what else there was.
“Okay then. I’ll leave you to it.”
I headed down the spiral staircase to the main floor of the penthouse, sensing that she watched me leave. At the bottom of the stairs, I looked up at the glass wall, hoping to get a final glimpse of Mylee’s flawless legs from below, but she had wandered off toward the interior of the second floor, presumably to check out the schedule and phone. I forced the disappointment out of my gut.
Maybe she’s too hot for this,I thought unexpectedly, moving toward the door.
I didn’t have time to sit around checking out our hired companion all day. I shouldn’t have even taken the time to show her the condo, but it didn’t seem right, leaving her with one of the assistants. The matter was far too personal. The fewer people who knew about Mylee’s position, the better.
I reached the double doors leading into the hallway, and my phone buzzed. Glancing at my smart watch, I frowned at the unfamiliar number on display and tapped the screen.
Hi! It’s Mylee! Looking forward to working with you!
In spite of myself, I snorted and saw myself out of the condo, locking the door behind me. She must have sent one of those texts to everyone.
It was only three months, and she really was beautiful and seemed sweet. The time would fly by, and then we’d never see her pretty face again.
Ah, the things we did for Silverpiece. The company always came first.
CHAPTER5
Lincoln
Iran into Paxton just after noon as I headed back into the office, his face glued to his phone as he strode toward his workspace. He almost didn’t see me until I was upon him.
“Hey,” I called, keeping my voice low. “You got the girl set up all right?”
“What?” He didn’t look at me, his thumbs working wildly as he responded to whatever email was in front of him.
“Mylee.”
The name caught his attention, much to my amusement, and he stopped what he was doing to look at me. “What about her?”
“Is she all set up in the penthouse?”
Paxton nodded, his wavy black hair falling slightly over his forehead, and he brushed it aside impatiently, piercing blue eyes distracted. He was only slightly taller than me, but when he was in a mood, Paxton exuded the energy of a spun tornado.
“Yeah… she’s there. Or she was there as of an hour ago.”
“She texted me,” I chuckled, thinking of the message she’d sent.
He also grinned. “Me too.” Paxton hesitated. “She looks a lot like Angela, doesn’t she?”
I tensed at the mention of my ex, anger dancing through me. “No, she doesn’t,” I snapped. “Not at all.”
Paxton shrugged. “I’m just saying—same dark hair and eyes—”
“That’s not why I thought of her,” I growled. Paxton returned to his phone indifferently.
“Just don’t fall for her. I wouldn’t want to sit by and watch you fall apart again like you did with Ang.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I insisted. “I have no intention of falling for this one or any other.”
Paxton darted his gaze back at me. “She seems like a good girl. But she’s going to need some work before we can take her out.”
I’d had the same thought, but I didn’t know how to bring it to her without insulting her. “I know. I think I’m going to take her for lunch today and discuss that with her.”
“I told her, but I’m not sure if I said it with as much finesse as you might.”
