High Octane by Jones Lisa Renee

Author:Jones, Lisa Renee [Jones, Lisa Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-16T06:00:00+00:00

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“YOU ARE THE MOST amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

It was Friday morning, almost a week after her disastrous attempt to play seductress with Ryan. Sabrina looked up to find her boss Frank standing in her doorway. Seeing him but not really seeing him. Frank was Frank. New version of the same white shirt and black tie, with a smug expression plastered on his well-lined face.

Sabrina, however, had gone for a celebratory outfit today that she’d hoped would be lucky. A red-and-black leather racing jacket and black jeans—the jacket a gift from Calista, probably to shmooze her into a speech—but still appropriate for this day, considering the occasion.

On Sabrina’s desk lay the paper featuring her first interview in the six-part series called “An Intimate Ride in Marco Montey’s Backseat.” Apparently, Frank was pleased with the results. At least she could please someone. It sure wasn’t Ryan. In fact, he’d been quite obviously displeased when she’d gone from prim senator’s daughter to seductress. She’d dared to reach beyond her comfort zone, and he’d been all about “regrets” and “can’t do that,” etc. Then he’d run. Exactly why she’d refused his calls—her mother’s and father’s, too, for that matter, but that was another story—and had worked late every night. Of course, if he’d really wanted to see her, he’d have found a way.

“Jerk,” she mumbled.

“Easy now,” Frank said dryly, snapping her back to the present. “I’ve been called a jerk by pretty women plenty of times, but not usually after I tell one she’s wonderful.”

“Amazing,” Sabrina corrected, setting the stage for what she wanted. “You called me amazing.”

“Okay,” he said. “You’re wonderful and amazing. This is where you say ‘thank you, Frank.’ Or even ‘I know.’ Or ‘told you so.’ Not where you call me a jerk.”

“Does this mean you’ll stop bugging me about attending political functions?”

“If you really want me to,” he said. “But check your email. I sent you some interesting tidbits on the soldier-turned-bank robber. Then get to work on part two of the Marco spread. You gave us the Can Cola and Red Rock conflict in story one. Give me something good week two. I expect the phones and email to light up next week, like they are today.” He disappeared down the hall.

Frank was elated, and hadn’t said a word to her about politics, except for the MIA wife, all week long. She should be elated, excited, thrilled to the bone. She was on her way to a new career, a new life. That made it a good day. Good. Day.

She itched to read that email from Frank. Told herself not to. Told herself to object. To have him forward it elsewhere. Her finger was almost on the delete key when the phone on the desk jangled. Sabrina inhaled and stared at the offending device.

She reached for the phone. “This is Sabrina.”

“Read the email,” Frank ordered and hung up.

Sabrina grimaced and hung up the phone, then opened the email that read, “Look at the date on the attached.” She frowned and pressed the key to bring the attachment into view.

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