Page 158 of Twisted Knight

I smile. Motivation is a strong thing. “More stuff to do?”

“Yeah.”

“Give me a few days. I just got back in town. But call Audrey the day after tomorrow and she’ll have more work for you.” God knows there’s endless work that can be done here.

“Okay. I will.”

I smile at both of them, and then as I start to walk around the car, Leo says, “Hey,” and jogs over to me.

“Yeah?” I ask but when I look at him, he’s looking down at his hands fiddling with the handle of the gift bag.

“Just wanted to say thanks for coming back. For keeping your word is all.”

“Funny. I was going to say the same thing. Good job, Leo. Thank you for keeping your word to me too.”

FIFTY-ONE

Holden

My feet fall heavy as I walk down the office corridor.

There are too many fucking people here. Too many employees. Too many visitors. Just too many obstacles to getting the one thing I’ve been thinking about for the past five days I’ve been gone: fucking Rowan.

Figuratively and literally.

Especially with the last text exchange we had before my flight took off. Something about how she gets on her knees for no one. Of course, she was talking off the cuff about work, but fuck if her pause after she said it didn’t have me growing hard thinking about her on her knees before me as she takes me to the back of her throat.

The thought makes me pick up the pace a bit more.

And of course, she’s nowhere in sight. Not in her office. Not in the lunchroom. Not in the … there she is.

I open the conference room door and four sets of eyes whip up to meet mine.

Men. There are three men in the conference room with Rowan.

Three men around her. Talking to her. No doubt distracted by the swell of her tits sitting snugly in her fuchsia sweater.

Fucking hell does she look incredible.

“Holden. You’re back,” Rowan says, her eyes lighting up and her smile growing a little wider as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Straight from the airport.” Why are these assholes here? I’m in serious need of a spontaneous off-site visit where Rowan shows me the lay of her land.

“Gentlemen, may I introduce you to Holden Knight. He’s the incoming—”

“We know who he is,” Eager Joe with the mismatching tan suit says. He stands and reaches his hand out. “Akiro Nishikawa with GWA, Don Staley, and Josh Jackson.”

“GWA?” I ask as we shake.

“GlassWare America,” Akiro responds.

“They’re one of the largest glass bottle suppliers on the East Coast,” Rowan says. “We’ve been working through a structural contract and pricing pyramid that will give us mutually exclusive incentives if we decide to onboard them as one of our new suppliers.”

There’s my girl. Kicking ass and taking names.

My girl?

What the fuck was that, Knight?