Love Hurts by Snow Emily

Author:Snow, Emily [Snow, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
Amazon: B07QH8D11T
Goodreads: 45018155
Published: 2019-04-10T07:00:00+00:00

15

Veronica

Shuffling a tan marble chess piece between my palms, I rest my head against the cold glass wall enclosing the balcony and stare out at the Potomac. Lights dance on the dark water, blue and soft yellow from the city and the Washington Monument looming in the distance. The view is peaceful. At least, it would be if Graham wasn't charring a hole into the back of my emerald green wool coat with his irritated glare.

"Do you plan on standing out there all night, or are we going to get some work done?" he demands.

With a sigh, I spin from the glass and return the queen to its spot at the head of the board. I step across the threshold, rolling my eyes at his sour expression as I unhook the top button of my coat. "Don't give me that look, Graham Delaney. You made me wait for twenty minutes. It wouldn't kill you to let me enjoy the view."

While my apartment in Vienna is nice, the scenery is nowhere near as majestic. My small wooden balcony backs up to a forest, and I barely go out there because the spiders are plentiful in Virginia this time of year.

Graham swipes the remote from the coffee table, turning on the news. "There will be no enjoying of the view when we have work to do."

"I love when you rhyme like a pissy Dr. Seuss. You knew I was on the way, so if you wanted to get straight to work, you should have waited to shower." He's been in there since I arrived, my arms weighed down with takeout as I let myself in. The man standing in the center of the room, though, is expertly put together in expensive slacks and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "It's only us here. There was no need to dress up.”

Tossing the remote back on the coffee table, he nods to my khaki-colored sheath dress and sneers. "What about you? You look like you just came off the runway."

Waggling my eyebrows, I drape my coat on the end of the chaise. "After you come back from New York, if you ask me nicely, I'll wear my wings around the office." I sit on the edge of the couch and dig into the bag of food.

"Go for it." He slams down beside me. "Jack already strokes his dick in the bathroom to your old pictures, so you'd just give him more masturbatory fodder if you showed up wearing skimpy lingerie and angel wings."

I would argue, but this afternoon, Jack, Graham's press secretary, invited me for drinks. I almost considered it. Then Douche Supreme stormed by, ranting about an interview that made him sound like a prick, and the man looked like he was about to shit himself. "You should be nice to Jack."

"And you should learn a thing or two from me." He grabs a carton of lo mein, then opens the schedule. Since he's leaving the day after tomorrow to work in his office in New York, he roped me into helping him go over his schedule.

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