Two to Tangle (Thirsty Hearts Book 6) by Kris Jayne

Author:Kris Jayne [Jayne, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944460204
Publisher: Write Shout
Published: 2020-06-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Delilah

The corporate offices of KCRE were sleeker than I expected. Towering glass and granite encased the lobby with the echoes of foot traffic and the phone at reception dampened by the soft rush of a waterfall.

Griffin had instructed me to check in at the front desk, and his father’s assistant would come down to escort me to the executive floor. He was working there for the time being, talking with the staff and meeting with board members.

A man stepped off the elevator and turned toward the front desk. He was tall and everything about him was chiseled—broad shoulders, ebony jawline, and crisp, tailored suit. He was all edges.

“Delilah Johnston.”

His knowledge of my name threw me for a moment. “Yes. Do we know each other?”

“No, I was told someone needed to come down and get Griffin’s girlfriend. I’m Carter Cross.”

We shook hands, and my face heated. “How did you know it was me?”

“I’ve seen your picture.”

My confusion prompted him to continue.

“You’re…Terrence mentioned that his…you were dating my boss’ son. And I’ve seen pictures of you and Terrence before. You’re even more beautiful in person.” His charming grin sparkled.

“Thank you.” I glanced at the elevator, ready to get upstairs. I didn’t like the idea of my ex and this guy who’d been gossiping about Griffin trading stories about me as well.

“Okay, well, I’ll take you up. I just need to get a delivery from reception.” He paused and flashed the receptionist a perfect white grin. “Do you have that package for me, Carmela?”

She blushed, tittering. “Of course, Mr. Cross. I kept it here in the locked drawer. I know you said it was important. I called you as soon as the messenger brought it.”

The woman unlocked the file drawer under her desk and pulled out a white, legal-sized envelope, then handed it to the eager Mr. Cross. He looked inside, grinned, and winked at the charmed woman. “Perfect. Thanks.”

He then stepped aside and swung a hand in a wide gesture, ushering me from behind him toward the elevator. I headed that direction, and he walked beside me with long strides that made me have to walk faster.

I pushed the button. “So you’re not Gregory’s assistant.”

His smooth brow creased. “No, I’m not an assistant. I’m KCRE’s executive vice president of finance and operations.”

The amount of title fit with the amount of ego pouring off him. “Griffin mentioned that his father’s assistant would probably be down to get me,” I said.

He grimaced. “No, no, I was coming down to get this. I wanted to pick it up personally, and since I was coming down, I volunteered to bring you up myself. I wanted to meet you.”

I glanced at him sideways. “I didn’t mean to insult you by implying that you were a lowly assistant.” In my twenty years as an executive assistant, I’d met many arrogant men who looked down their noses at us as “the help.” Amazing how many of these allegedly smart people never learned that the assistants were often the key to getting things done.

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