Harder in Heels by Lisa Oliver

Author:Lisa Oliver [Oliver, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lisa Oliver
Published: 2016-08-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“My gods, it’s the wrong color. Don’t you know the difference between Yale Blue and Oxford Blue? I ordered Oxford Blue. Oxford Blue, you idiot. Ugh. I hate working with amateurs, I tell you, I hate it. Now nothing’s going to match. It’ll all be ruined. RUINED!”

“Enz, darling, are you having a few problems?” Ronan hurried over and pulled his friend into a hug. From the dirty looks a couple of the painters were throwing Enzo, it was clear this wasn’t his first tantrum of the day and Jeff and Marcos were nowhere in sight. Smart men.

“I just want it to be perfect, Ro. You know me. I gave clear instructions, and these idiots bought the wrong paint. Look at it – just look at it.” Ronan obligingly looked at the partially painted wall his friend was waving at. It was a nice dark blue – very professional and would look lovely with the chrome and wood fixtures that were already in place. He thought quickly about what he could say.

“I’m sure you can make it work, darling. The men have the paint here now, and it’d take hours to get more and repaint what they’ve done. Come on, put that awesome creative mind of yours to work. Give me some old Enzo magic. Let these guys get on with what they’re paid to do, while you work out what little tweaks you can make so it fits your vision. I know you can do this. I’m positive you can.”

“You really think I can fix this?” Enzo was studying the wall behind the painters’ heads. “Hmm,” he said, “maybe some stripes.” Ronan grinned apologetically at the painters, and hurried across to his office. Asaph was already in there; apparently he had papers he wanted Ronan to see.

Bronson was waiting in the office, a tablet in his hand. Asaph had a filthy look on his face, and Ronan hurried to his side, wondering what was wrong. Bronson swung the tablet out of his way, and Ronan stopped, hurt that whatever it was that was upsetting Asaph wasn’t considered his business.

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling on the voice he used when Angel tried to get him to work extra shifts. “I was under the impression this was my office, and that Asaph was my mate. If I’m interrupting something important, then please, by all means, kick me out of my space and I’ll go find something else to do. Maybe clean the toilets or something. Omega’s work, yes?”

He spun on his heels, so grateful for the extra six inches in height they gave him. He didn’t feel half as powerful in flat feet. But he hadn’t even made it to the door before he heard Asaph say. “I’m sorry, you’re right, we’re mated. You have every right to know. I just didn’t want you to get upset. Bronson, show him.”

Bronson handed him the tablet with a grim look and Ronan looked down to see what all the fuss was about. A

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