Oh Baby (a Marry the Scot novel) by Jolie Vines

Author:Jolie Vines [Vines, Jolie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: www.jolievines.com/newsletter
Published: 2019-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

The next morning, showered, in a sharp suit, and with murder on my mind, I joined the rest of my party, travelling in the glass elevators to the conference suite.

Dad and Philip chatted in low tones about the preliminary conversation. Toby winked at me—he wanted to go to a bar this evening and had been messaging me since I’d got up—and kept pace as we crossed the white marble floor to the room.

Then we were there, and two men stood, hands out to be shaken. Zhou Lua greeted Dad first, and Jeremiah Jones smiled on. I stared at him. At around fifty, he had no grey in his brown hair, but a salt-and-pepper beard clung to his chin. He looked like every other business man I’d ever worked with.

He came directly to me.

Oh fuck. I couldn’t shake his hand.

My skin crawled, and I forced a neutral smile but put my hands behind my back.

The man blinked then caught up and pulled the same pose. Smiling benevolently, he tipped his head in greeting. “Miss Storm, I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Ugh.

“Mr Jones,” I said. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All good I hope!” he replied cheerfully.

I let my smile drop and didn’t answer. But he’d already moved on.

The meeting commenced and went as expected. The men had similar business goals to Dad’s but were in a stronger position, already having a foot in the door. Otherwise, I hardly listened. I stared at the man who thought drugging and molesting models was a fun weekend pastime and I plotted what I could do.

Yell at him and shame him?

Hire someone to grope him and see how he liked it?

By the time the meeting was done, I was only sure of one thing: I couldn’t go back for a second round and keep a polite demeanour.

Dad, on the other hand, was all smiles. He happily posed for photos, jolly in his gesturing and generous with praise.

He made plans to meet again the following morning.

This was killing me.

“Are you okay?” Toby sidled up. He had a long task list open on his tablet.

“No.” I couldn’t lie.

“C’mon. Let’s go grab a coffee.”

“Dad will need you.” My head panged through a combination of a lack of sleep and worrying.

“Actually, no. Your father has another meeting, and I am yours for the next several hours. We’ll get brunch, take a stroll, then we’ve got an apartment viewing booked for lunchtime.”

Ah right, the apartment. I took Toby’s arm, and we slipped from the room.

Outside the hotel, a strong sun beat down on us. For a few streets, we just wandered, following the stream of traffic along the pavements between the skyscrapers. Toby had never visited this city before so was having a ball.

“It’s such a mix! Half the signs are in Chinese and half in English. And it’s weirdly similar to New York.”

“Just don’t stare directly up.” I grinned at him, the space from work doing me good.

“Whyever not?”

“There are aircon boxes hanging out of every window. This city drips on you.

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