Patrice's Passion by Tasha Hart

Author:Tasha Hart [Hart, Tasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BWWM Romance with Heart
Published: 2020-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

I stop just shy of drawing a little heart on it or something. Better to leave it as is. The last thing I need is to get her thinking I’m the kind of guy who leaves little doodles on notes all over the place. Though, after the way we keep tearing into each other, I think she’s got a pretty good idea of how I operate.

Once I’ve been home to change, I manage to slink into the office without too much uproar. Feigning a business call on my cell certainly helps. Why haven’t I thought of that trick sooner? Probably because I’m almost never late.

“Chase?” It’s Jason. I might not get away with this one after all. Time to sell this phony call. I hold up a finger and hope it doesn’t set him off.

“Uh-huh,” I say to the nobody on the other end of the line. “Look, I’ve got to run. Can I get you the numbers on the specs for your account later? Great.” Mock hang up. “What’s up, Jason?”

“Who was that?”

“Silverlight. Their strategic meeting is Friday.” The last part was true.

“Cool,” he nods. “What are the chances you can make lunch with the guys over at Priotek? Frank’s got them, but I’d really like to get your eyes on it.”

“Today?” I put on my best I’m-so-busy face. “Lunch is spoken for.” Patrice hasn’t texted me yet, but I’m holding out hope. “Any chance we can push to tomorrow?”

“I’ll call over.” He smacks me on the shoulder is off to his office. Glancing at my phone on my way to my office, I see her name on the screen.

Miss you already. Lunch at the club?

You bet your beautiful ass.

When I get there hours later, she’s behind the bar with the accounting books in front of her. The look on her face as she goes over them isn’t exactly what I expected when I walked in to find her.

“Hey.”

“Hi!” Her face brightens when she looks up, and I can’t help beaming right back at her.

“What’s up with the books?”

“Oh, nothing,” she closes them up and shoving them to the side.

“No, really,” I gesture at the accounting books. “You looked like you had been hit with a stick.”

She leans forward on the bar, and I find myself wrestling with the impulse I always have to stare straight at her cleavage. You’d think after seeing her breasts in full, I might lose my fascination with her array of low-cut tops. No such luck.

“Roslyn is looking for ways to cut down on overhead. She already let a server go, and she’s asking me if I can figure out how to tighten up bar stock. She gave me a budget number to try to hit.”

“How bad is it?”

“Pretty bad. We have to keep a certain amount of top shelf stuff for high-end clients, but to do that, I’ll have to cut so deep into the well, there’ll be practically nothing left.”

“Why the cuts? Every time I’ve been in the place is packed.” She looks at me like I’ve just fallen off a truck from Montana.

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